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Introducing Finlay Heran, the Arv'hein of Talki, Tartarus - better known as my other favorite oc

Fin is, when counting all iterations of him, my oldest character out of the entire cast of the entire Broken Dimensions project. He came to life when I was 11 or 12 and I created a side character for a homeschool writing project (yes I was homeschooled for two years, don't ask me about it), and has pretty much been around ever since.

I adore him.

He is also a little shit. ( Read below the cut for why lol )

So some background on who Fin is as a character:

Arv'hein of Talki from 1906 E-10 onwards, inherited the title from his mother Syne when she abdicated the throne to him, cut her hair, and disappeared off the face of Tartarus to go run a freedom trail because running Talki was, at the time, incredibly stressful. She did not prepare Fin for this at all. Him learning to deal with that - and with her - is it's own continuous story within Coalition Collection, and he doesn't like her very much. (His dad, on the other hand, is Viridian Eagriss Heran, who is a sweetheart even if he's had to temper Syne's impulsive tendencies for over two thousand years. We love Viridian. he does also leave tho in order to chase down Syne.)

Botany nerd. Closeted botany nerd until the 1990s E-10, but a botany nerd nonetheless. He loves Tartarus's weird flora (and fauna, but it's easier to fight the plants). He loves it so much that it does, in fact, almost kill him several times and eventually gets him cursed. But y'know, that's just how it is.

Book nerd. I like to think he'd enjoy adventure novels, like Indian Jones in book form, or action/mysteries, if those are a thing (maybe they're a thing in his universe, idk). But he'd also read romance, erotica, and like, monster fucker erotica, which totally exists in abundance in Tartarus, a world of horrific beasts, megaflora, and magical demon people. And I think he'd be super secretive about it - like "hide the real cover with a book jacket from a botany book" secretive about it.

Starts out very "punch (stab) first, talk later," then slowly tempers that. A little. The reverts after getting cursed and goes a little crazy for a bit, but it wasn't his fault (that he got cursed. the stuff he did is pretty much his fault and he makes up for it)

MASSIVE flirt. Also bi, even though they don't use most terminology of that sort in the BrDim universe.

Bilingual - Talkian and Common Tongue, though he does know some conversational vocabulary in Mercishan, some words in Trivaalian, and most swears and endearments in Aetherian (eventually). (Does all that technically make him a polyglot?)

Is transmasc!! Uses he/him pronouns exclusively and can and has fought people for misgendering people on purpose. Not stealth, but also doesn't usually tell people. Like his close friends know - Hiro and the Chirrells knew him pre-transition, Alkaline Aviligne knew him during his transition, Ev finds out naturally - but it's not something he broadcasts. Though he does walk around and spar shirtless often enough that I'm sure everyone knows and it's like, fun background knowledge the entire North Tartarun Coalition uses to gauge the trustworthiness of outsiders lol

His chest scars are actually scarification not surgery scars. Transitioning in Tartarus (whether it's transfeminine, transmasculine, or tweaking until you reach your desired level of adrogeny) is as easy as a potion or potion regimen, accompanied by some medical magic (literally) to help the process along. (Other places in the BrDim universe have advanced technological ways to do this, should one so desire to medically transition. Tartarus is just partial to magic)

Adept fighter in multiple styles of combat, including several BrDim swordforms, whatever combined style of martial arts the Talkian military teaches, and others. Natural fire magic user, and should be a natural at Shadow magic because of his dad, but doesn't use it frequently enough until the 2040s E-10.

Can be an snarky and overly sarcastic and loves to poke fun at his friends, but isn't actually an asshole. He cares very deeply about his friends and those he trusts, so much so that the people who turned against his mother eventually grow to respect him once he settles in and takes over. He's fiercely protective of his people (those under his rule as well as those he identifies with and loves) and tries to do what's best for them by listening to his advisors when he can, and handing it back to them when they're full of shit (in the years right after his mom abdicates, they are often full of shit. He gets in some fights).

Very tactile with his friends and with his partners. So much so that you often can't tell who he's fucking vs who he's just really good friends with. He flirts with both parties, he hangs off of both parties, the biggest difference is that the person he's dating with usually react differently, or occasionally they'll both disappear for a bit and come back looking like they just shagged in a closet (which, yk, they might have). That all changes slightly after the 1960s E-10, by which he's learned what the loss of very close friends is like and cherishes time with them more - and presses romantic ventures with them much, much less (which is sad). Still very tactile though. Lots of hugs here.

Served three years in the Talkian Armed Forces before becoming Arv'hein (joined at 18 after completing a general education, was crowned at 21). He should have served until he was 25, which is when Tartaruns consider people fully grown (13 is a teenager, 18 is a young adult, 25 is a new adult, 100 is a true adult. Tartarun life expectancy is around 500 years, unless you're Syne Heran and took an anti-aging spell as a 130 smth).

He also has several tattoos!

The armor ref sheet (aka the most polished full-body peice I have of him that's also up-to-date) doesn't show any of them, but the sketches I included above show his double arm bands. Haven't decided 100% what they mean, but I like the idea of them having originally read something in Basic Tartarun (a conlang script alphabet I made a few years ago) that he then covered up with two blackout bands.

His mother's stylized crest on his back shoulder (because he thought she was dead for a few years)

Half a dozen little tattoos his squadmates gave him in the TAF or his friends on city night excursions

"Bite me" in BT on the inside of his right thigh

culturally-significant tail tattoos (in gold)

He gets Ev's "Razienne" sigil tattooed on his lower back as a joke, but turns out it gives them both a little shock when Ev touches it. So naturally they do the two-finger taser thing to him all the time.

He has a rose tattoo on the back of his neck/down his spine that's twined with magic and runes and activates the Arv'hein's crowns above his head (Syne has a similar one)

- Fin undergoes a lot of change over the course of Coalition Collection, though most of it is internal. His friends don't see it as clearly until he or someone else points out how he's changed and matured. That said. He's 163 in Book 2 (2040s E-10) and that's roughly the equivalent of being 25, mentally. Which means we've got this interesting dynamic where he's developmentally in his late twenties, but he's also been through 125+ years of war, politics, and emotional rollercoasters. Which is! Complicated!

But yes, I adore Fin. I'd love to meet him and ask him to teach me how to throw a punch if he was real lol

- As always, questions (here or in the ask box) are more than welcome!

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adastra121 · 2 years

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My Choices MCs!

(Created with Love Nikki Dress-Up Game)

I decided to create some of my Choices MCs on Love Nikki and am happy with how they turned out. Yay!

I also wrote a bit about all of them under each photo, so spoiler warning! (For the books in the tags specifically)

Lucky Lam (The Royal Romance)

Character Theme= “Ever Ever After” by Carrie Underwood (I just think this is a theme song for this book) / “Shake it Off” by Taylor Swift

Just... A Clown (affectionate)

She’s incredibly impulsive and heart-driven.

It’s what got her to drop out of college and move to New York as soon as she realized that college wasn’t for her.

It’s what made her decide to head to Cordonia for the adventure of a lifetime at the drop of a hat — without even stopping to consider the possibility that she might marry a foreign prince and become queen.

Selfless to a fault. She holds a grudge against those who hurt her friends, but not toward those who hurt her.

She puts on a cheerful facade when she feels sad or stressed.

Lucky’s parents immigrated to the United States from Hong Kong when she was just a baby

They stopped talking to her when she dropped out of college.

She eventually tries reaching out to her parents to mend their relationship.

She and Hana bond over their shared intergenerational trauma.

She can’t sit still most of the time. Ever since childhood, she’s always moving and fidgeting.

She’s a good dancer. Her parents signed her up for ballet when she was young, but she snuck out of those classes to take the hip-hop dance lessons next door. So she picks up most of the Cordonian dances pretty quickly.

Actually, that applies to most physical activities, since she’s so movement-oriented. She’s a fast learner in sports, dance and martial arts.

Lucky loves to joke around and not take life too seriously. Life is meant to be enjoyed, after all.

She’s extroverted and quick to befriend others.

She is an animal-lover. And a dog person. Yes, she adopts the corgi. She names him Cheddar.

She messes up a lot throughout her time as a suitor. She doesn’t follow proper decorum, she’s clumsy, she’s not very graceful, and she uses her strong sense of humour. And somehow that manages to charm the kingdom. Maybe they just see her as a meme.

(Okay, she’s basically just a fail run… but she’s also my only completed playthrough)

Wow I really just kept failing and decided “We’re running with this now.”

Bertrand wonders how the f*ck Maxwell decided she would be the suitor that represented their house.

She’s bisexual and she had a huge crush on Olivia at one point in the competition. Sometimes, she still does. This totally isn’t me projecting my wish for Olivia as an LI. Yeah, there totally wasn’t any lost potential there…

Her love interest is Maxwell

Really, who’s surprised? They have a similar sense of humour, they’re both adventurous and fun-loving, they both love to dance, and they support each other like best friends.

Maxwell x Fail Run!MC dynamic

She is Chinese-American.

Zodiac sign is Gemini

MBTI is ENFP

She has ADHD.

She really loves fancy hats.

A certified party girl, she can pop open a bottle with a sword.

When she’s stressed, she binges HK sitcoms and dramas.

Her favourite music is pop rock.

She prefers suits to gowns.

I think if the story was in Liam’s perspective, Lucky would be the manic pixie dream girl trope...

Xueyang “Lucian” Wang 王雪阳 (The Elementalists)

Character Theme= “Into the Unknown” by Idina Menzel and AURORA / “Show Yourself” by Idina Menzel

Lucian is kind, mild-mannered, selfless, curious, and adventurous.

His twin brother’s name is Atlas, Chinese name Jiaoyue 皎月 (I don’t know if it sounds strange, but I really just wanted the pun Xiaoyue 小月, which means “Little Moon,” since Atlas is the younger twin. The other name I thought about for him was Mingyue 明月).

He is Sun-Attuned with a secondary Air Attunement (though he might also have a tertiary Wood-Attunement because of his gentle personality and interest in botany)

He’s a. Fuckin. NERD.

He is a huge reader. His favourite genre is fantasy.

He’s probably played DnD before. He’d be a wizard — go figure.

He loves plants. As soon as he was able, he went back to his old dorm room to rescue his babies.

If he didn’t attend Penderghast, he probably would have gone into organic chemistry or botany.

In Penderghast he specializes in potions and natural magick.

Always taking notes and making diagrams and sketches of things he sees. His journal has a bunch of pages dedicated to magic, plants, random trivia about both, and sometimes there are doodles of whatever he sees throughout the day, just hundreds of sketches of plants, cool rocks, and friends.

He doesn’t consider himself an artist, but he can draw pretty decently. Years of practice sketching out different plants, bugs, and rocks, he supposes.

He has a penchant for mischief like his Air Attunement suggests. He gently teases his friends, he lowkey likes to troll enemies, and he conducts questionable experiments at 3 am in the morning. Pray for Shreya.

He longs for adventure, knowledge, and belonging.

He is often shy, unassuming and socially awkward, those close to him see that he’s got a unique wit and humour. He’s always making wry comments under his breath and making bad jokes in tense situations.

He is a pacifist to a fault. In a fight, he would suggest everyone calms down and talk about their feelings, and he probably wouldn’t throw a punch until he gets stabbed.

His preferred method of dealing with confrontations is a tactical retreat Atlas: “You mean running away like a little bitch.” Strategically relocating oneself away from the fight.

He actually has very few self-preservation instincts.

You wouldn’t expect him to be a rule-breaker, but he would break every rule in the name of science! magic! Sneaking into the forbidden magic section of the library, learning forbidden spells, breaking into classrooms to acquire rare ingredients or tools, etc. Not even a day after learning that blood magick is prohibited, he probably got his hands on every forbidden book about blood magick and started studying about it.

It drives Atlas crazy that everyone assumes he’s the wild twin. Atlas is pretty sure one of the plants Lucian brought back from his old dorm is cannabis, but he doesn’t have enough experience with recreational drugs to confirm it!

I’m thinking of that incorrect quote…

Professor Kontos: Lucian, your brother a student informed me that you were in possession of pot? Lucian: You mean this? *holds up a plant pot* Professor Kontos: Oh, haha, my mistake. What are you planting? Lucian: Weed.

Also if it helps someone. He would break the rules for someone who needs him, even if they’re a stranger. Of course, his trusting nature gets him in trouble sometimes. Like with Kane…

In his defence, it’s not as if he seeks to break the rules all the time or has something against following them. Most of the time, he’s sort of stumbling through life and the rules just happen to be in his path, and whoops, he stepped on and broke a few.

He’d risk his life for someone he loves at the drop of a hat.

Though, that’s probably not as impressive as it should be because he would also risk his life to study some cool moss.

His greatest fear is hurting others, especially his loved ones.

A less intense form of this is that he never wants to burden others by demanding too much.

His love interest is Beckett. They bond over being plant-loving, socially awkward bookworm nerds together.

His familiar is a Gorgue named Tim.

He is bisexual. He loves frogs. Again, go figure.

He is Chinese-Canadian.

MBTI type is INFJ

Zodiac sign is Virgo

He prefers tea to coffee.

He and Atlas are 5′9 (176 cm)

Indie folk pop music is his favourite

Bonus: Here’s Atlas!

Kai Park (Perfect Match)

Character Theme= “I’m Born to Run” by American Authors

A free spirit who thirsts for fun and adventure.

Genderqueer — she’s okay with casual terms like “girl,” “gal,” or “woman,” but doesn’t identify with terms such as “ma’am” (prefers “sir”), “girlfriend” (prefers “partner”), “lady,” or “wife.” Uses any and all pronouns, but their close friends and family usually switch between she/them.

She was both the class clown and the valedictorian in their high school.

She didn’t go to college. Instead, they took up travelling, volunteering abroad and working a bunch of odd jobs.

Currently lives in New York and works at a boba tea shop.

She’s humorous and doesn’t take life too seriously. She likes to lead a fun life full of adventure and laughter with friends and family.

They’re very outgoing, sociable and accepting and as a result, they make friends easily.

She has a tendency to be friendly to strangers and even enemies.

Kai: *to the crime boss they flat-out lied to and stole from* “Nikos! What’s up, man? How’s everything in Berlin? Still causing trouble ‘round Alexanderplatz, you old rascal?” Actual line from the book

She likes to tease those close to her. It’s usually Damien. “I liiiiiiike you, too.”

Damien: “I’m going to love you every single day for the rest of my life.” Kai: *smile full of love and joy* “Hard same.”

A living meme and a chaotic dumbass.

They have very few self-preservation instincts (See: Choosing to tackle a super-strength android to protect her also-a-super-strength-android lover.)

But she’s courageous and bold and would do anything for those they care about. She has that in common with Damien and Alana.

She was always there to support Nadia, she dropped everything to help Nadia find Steve, she went on the run to protect Hayden, and she continued to risk themself to stop Eros and help those Eros had hurt.

Dames’s sacrifice tore them apart more than Damien’s capture. She always knew they would save Damien. But Dames…she had to cope with the fact that she couldn’t do anything to save Dames, that his sacrifice was necessary, and that he won’t live long enough to see that he was never expendable.

Although it’s not very obvious at first glance, what with how much of a goofball they are, Kai has high emotional intelligence and she is a good communicator — part of being a talkative people person.

There are multiple occasions where she demonstrates this by working out issues with their LIs through healthy and judgement-free communication.

Addicted to boba, sweets, and video games.

Her idea of a perfect date is binge-watching a trashy series while stuffing their faces with a dangerous amount of junk food and alcohol.

Her perfect match assessment is the “Joker” — mysterious, rebellious, humourous, logical

She would be classified as the “Adventurer” — outgoing, rebellious, humourous, impulsive

Their love interests are Hayden, Damien, Sloane, Alana, and Khaan

She is pansexual and polyamorous

Other random stuff about them:

Unironically likes comic sans.

Chinoy (Half-Filipino, Half-Chinese)

MBTI is ENFP

Zodiac sign is Sagittarius

She has several tattoos — some of them have deep meanings, others she just got because they looked cool. She also has multiple piercings on their ears.

They’re extremely nearsighted.

Short, standing at 4′11 (150 cm)

Her favourite music is city pop

Soohyeon Cho 조수현 (Veil of Secrets)

Character Theme= “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light ’Em Up)” by Fall Out Boy

Soohyeon is a journalist from New York, but she eventually trains to work for the FBI later.

Soohyeon has never read Harry Potter, but apparently, she’s a Ravenclaw (reading over the descriptions, she feels more like a Hufflepuff).

She relieves stress by doing physical activity; usually hiking, karate, kickboxing, or archery. She’s a brown belt in karate.

She’s always stressed.

She also smokes when she is stressed, though this is a rarer habit she’s actively trying to cut back on.

She is quiet, reserved, and guarded — though Kate brings out a side of her that is more relaxed and free.

She fell deeply and helplessly in love with Kate by the end of college, but they’d already had plans to separate and she didn’t want to complicate things. And besides, falling for your straight best friend is such a queer cliché.

Then they grew out of touch and those feelings faded, took a backseat to more important things.

When she saw Kate again for the first time in years, the feelings came rushing back. It’s as if nothing changed since college, but they both did. It’s almost unnoticeable, but Soohyeon knows neither of them are the same girls they were back in college. Also, apparently, Soohyeon can fall even harder for her best friend. And be even more of a cliché for the sad sapphic archetype, but that’s neither here nor there.

She realizes after Kate goes missing that she would do anything, go anywhere, pay any price for her to be safe and happy — even if it’s with someone else.

She is fiercely loyal and protective. She doesn’t make friends easily, but those she considers her friends, there’s not much she wouldn’t do for them.

She is bisexual. She came out in college, but she’s still closeted back in her hometown. She doesn’t visit that place often.

Her favourite thing about Birchport is the better access to nature than she had in New York. Being outdoors calms her down.

Flynn becomes something of a best friend and brother figure after her experiences in Birchport (wlw/mlm solidarity)

Her love interest is Kate O’ Malley.

She stays in Birchport with her for a few years before asking the question. Flynn, Grant, and Naomi help her. Let’s just say they’re better at teaming up for investigations rather than proposals.

She is Korean-American.

MBTI is ISTJ

Zodiac sign is Aquarius

She wears a silver shamrock necklace Kate gifted to her. It dangled on an old photograph of them together for years before she decided to wear it to the wedding.

She has a drunk tattoo from her college days that only Kate has seen.

She is fairly tall, standing at 6′3 (190 cm)

Her favourite music is indie rock

Bella Garcia-Hughes (Queen B)

Character Theme= “Watch Me Shine” by Joanna Pacitti

She is confident, resourceful, ambitious, and determined.

Due to the nature of the book, she’s also a very camp MC. She's a sassy, overdramatic diva.

Probably the type to stir shit up even though she has zero emotional investment in what she’s arguing.

“Hot chocolate with water tastes the same as hot chocolate with milk.”

“Mint is disgusting and should be banned as a flavour. This includes as hygienic products like toothpaste. We’ll use something that tastes better instead like cinnamon.”

“Lingerie is kind of pointless, actually. You’re paying for something you are taking off anyway.”

“Thomas Stiles looks exactly like Jungkook from BTS. Change my mind.”

She doesn’t actually care or necessarily believe in any of these statements. She’s just making people (especially that one Kpop stan from Book 2) angry for fun.

She seems shallow, but she actually thrives on intellectual stimulation, hence, starting arguments that she actually has no emotional investment in.

Once she sets her mind on something, she will achieve it. Whatever it takes.

She isn’t above lying, manipulation and playing with people’s feelings to get her way, and at first, flirting around with Ina was just something she did for fun.

She grows out of this after the first book. Which is more than she can say for Ina.

Seriously, do they have anything in common? She feels like Ina sees an idealized version of her that’s, ironically, way less interesting than she actually is. She also doesn’t want to be that idealized version of herself. Ina’s dream Bella is very different from Bella’s dream Bella.

She’s dramatic, messy, and kind of a bitch — and she unapologetically loves herself the way she is. She doesn’t want the simple life that appeals to Ina.

She lives for the excitement, the competition, and the glamour that her small town never offered.

Eventually, she realizes that good sex isn’t worth all the drama — which is the only thing they have going for their relationship anyway, what with the little they have in common.

She has an affinity for luxury. She comes from humble beginnings and she vows to work hard so she never has to want for anything ever again.

A Mean Girl™

She is the mean bisexual.

In Book 1, she is a mirror of Poppy — until someone she cares about gets hurt.

The bacchanalia was a wake-up call. She had to really think about how far she’s willing to go, what she’s willing to sacrifice to be on top. Maybe she isn’t willing to do whatever it takes after all.

After her breakup with Zoey, she becomes more humble, considerate of those she cares about and of what she really wants to do in her life with the privileges she has. Belvoire isn’t forever, after all. What comes after being Queen B?

She loves her posse. They hang out together way more often than the books suggest. And they’d have sleepovers.

No one in her posse is straight. Except Carter. He’s the token straight but not on thin ice. He’s a literal angel.

Like Zoey, she is very touch oriented. She holds hands, hugs and kisses her friends on the cheek or forehead, etc, to show affection. There’s a difference between her romantic displays of affection and platonic displays of affection.

She may or may not be the friend who would slash your ex’s tires if they hurt you. She’s definitely the one who would trash-talk them with you while sharing a bottle of wine and declaring a night of pampering.

Her love interest is Zoey Wade.

MBTI type is ENTP

Zodiac Sign is Leo

She is Latin-American

She has a degree in business with a minor in anthropology.

What did she say she wanted to do after graduating? Oh right, open up her own PR firm.

She becomes CEO of her own PR firm and occasionally works with her girlfriend Zoey after they graduate.

Her favourite colour is purple, the colour of royalty.

Her signature perfume would probably be something with strong vanilla notes

Her puppy is named Chico.

She is 5’7 (170 cm)

Arin of the Catauni (A Courtesan of Rome)

Character Theme= “you should see me in a crown” by Billie Eilish

Arin is cunning, resourceful, charming and brave.

Her most notable and defining trait is her love and loyalty to her family. Every choice she makes, every action she carries, it is with them in mind. With the thought that she may one day see them again.

Even so, after they reunite, there still remain scars and trauma from the years of separation and the fight for survival in between. They need to learn how to be together, to be a family, again, with the versions of themselves that have lived through the war, bloodshed, and abuse.

When she was younger, she was a lot freer with her happiness. Now, she is more reserved with her true feelings. She rarely displays what she’s feeling and has mastered being unreadable.

Very few people really know her. She presents a different version of herself to everyone. She’s extremely callous to her enemies, but she’s fiercely loyal and careful with those she cares about, those less powerful and those in similar situations — which is why she is never cruel towards Xanthe, so much as she loves to tease her (like pretending to be in love with her).

With Marc Antony, she can be a challenger or a partner, depending on their moods. All their interactions are flirtatious and riddled with sexual tension. This is calculated. She despises him almost as much as she despises Aquila as one of the key figures in Caesar’s rule. But for some reason, he seems to think she finds him intriguing. She might as well use that.

With Cassius, she plays the intelligent, brilliant woman who’s had a tragic life. A damsel in distress to appeal to his saviour complex. Out of all the love interests, she uses him as a pawn the most. Sometimes she is annoyed by how ignorant and unaware of his privilege he sounds, and other times she just pities him, seeing him as a doomed man. Perhaps if he made an effort to gain a perspective outside the Senate’s pristine walls, he could make an actual difference.

With Sabina, she plays the role of a protector. She knows Sabina sees her as this beautiful, powerful, capable force of nature, but she feels like she partly exists as an ideal in the latter’s mind — both in the romantic sense and the aspirational sense. This relationship could evolve into something more romantic, but it would take years of friendship and Sabina would first need to find her footing as a free woman first.

Even her family only knows a version of her from the past that’s gone now. But for their sake, she tries to minimize her pain around them after they reunite and focuses on making her younger brother feel at home again. For a time, she attempts to be that past version of herself that they miss, which only Cingerix sees through right away. It takes a lot of time for them to heal.

The people who probably know her the best by the end of the main story are Lena and Syphax.

She has a soft spot for people who have suffered similarly… who find themselves bound or trapped in some way or another.

She feels fondest of Syphax and Sabina for this reason.

She is demisexual and panromantic.

Her love interest is Syphax.

It took time for them to build a close friendship. She was kind and amicable to him when they first met, but it took a long while for her to learn to depend on him and vice versa.

After they cross that threshold, they often spend their free time together. She plays her own compositions — she wrote them for him… for them, but she hasn’t told him that — on the cithara while they talk to each other through the night. Sometimes, she teaches Syphax how to play. In quiet moments, as she drifts to sleep, he hums their songs, like he knows each one is her confession of love to him.

Syphax rarely has to get involved when she works, but on the occasion he does and gets a few scrapes and bruises as a result, Arin nurses his wounds. She tells him a bit about her mother and her brother each time — how her brother was adventurous and daring, but not as careful as she was, and he’d often get hurt. Her mother would patch him up afterwards and she would help, and eventually, Arin learned enough to patch him up without their mother’s help.

Xanthe doesn’t ever reach that wealthy patron. Arin persuades Lena to recruit Xanthe in helping her run the scholae. They’re still not friends, but Xanthe is much happier and doesn’t interfere with Arin’s affairs. She thinks it’s Xanthe’s way of repaying her, but she suspects it’ll be a long time before they can reach an understanding.

MBTI is ENFJ

Zodiac sign is Gemini

Her height is 5′6 (168 cm) but she has tall energy.

In a modern AU, she would have serious eldest sister syndrome and needs therapy (don’t take on all the family burdens, it’s not healthy or fair to you

Rose Mills (Desire and Decorum)

Character Theme= “Journey to the Past” by Liz Calloway / “Belle (Reprise)” by Paige O’ Hara (I can see her singing this about the dowager countess trying to set her up with Duke Richards)

Rose is kind, gentle, thoughtful, cheerful, romantic, and adventurous.

She is an avid reader and adores adventure novels the most. She longs for excitement and romance and to see the world beyond Grovershire.

I thought the name would be cute, since her name fits Briar and Mary — briar rose and rosemary.

She is very aesthetically and artistically inclined, thanks to her mother’s influence. She has a strong love for art and music, which she often does with Miss Parsons when they spend time together.

She enjoys sewing and creating things.

When she’s particularly stressed, she turns to needlework, music, painting or dance.

She is good with animals. Ever since she was little, little mice, songbirds and rabbits always approach her. Perhaps because she has a very kind and comforting presence. It’s not much of a problem because she loves animals.

She spent a lot of time with Mr. Harper in the stables when she first arrived at Edgewater, even helping him with the horses sometimes. They both share a love for animals and when Rose felt out of depth with the rest of the estate, he was someone she could rely on for support.

She has a pug named Kitty. Both because Kitty is a Jane Austen character — Rose would love Jane Austen’s novels — and she would find it funny to give a puppy that name.

Rose doesn’t usually hold grudges or anger easily, so it normally takes a lot for her to truly hate someone.

Unfortunately for Rose, the regency involves people like Countess Henrietta and Duke Richards.

As aforementioned, she is a very thoughtful person, but this can lead to a lot of overthinking and anxiety. She doesn’t want to let anyone down, not her mother, or her father, or her grandmother, or herself.

She tries not to let anyone see how the disdain and scorn for her background affect her. She tried to hide it from her father for the first few weeks, but then one evening, when she feels her mother’s absence more powerfully than usual, she seeks her father’s company, since he is the closest tie she has to her mother.

She breaks down into tears and confesses how overwhelmed she is about how suddenly her life has changed, not that she isn’t happy to meet him at last, she just misses her mother — she misses the times when everything made sense.

And then, to her surprise, the earl starts to cry as well and it hits her that she is not the only person who’s mourning her mother’s death, who’s feeling this loss, this dysfunction with the passage of time. Her father truly loved her mother. They’ve been separated for twenty years — and then he suddenly learns that she died. That those hopes and dreams of another life, those “perhaps, one days” will never come to pass.

She and her father spend that whole night consoling one another through their tears, talking about how quickly their lives have changed, reminiscing about Mary, and just… learning to be father and daughter.

After that, they become closer, much more like father and daughter, as if they’ve known each other their whole lives.

Rose, ever the romantic, encourages Briar to pursue a relationship with Mr. Marlcaster when she sees that they are drawn to each other.

She is my other playthrough of Desire and Decorum and a success run, since she got the crown first try.

She is demisexual and biromantic.

Her love interest is Prince Hamid.

She likes how he brightens up each day with fun and joy and romance. He’s a breath of fresh air among a crowd of people who take themselves too seriously — including herself at times.

When she spends time with Hamid, Rose finds herself able to forget about her worries for a while and simply enjoy life.

Every day feels like an adventure with him, everything feels so simple. He likes her, he loves her and he openly shows it. There are no games, no pretense, no puzzles to decipher.

Nothing in her life was ever so easy. She’s always had to work for everything. Money, medicine for her mother, navigating the regency at a huge disadvantage. It’s almost startling that she could fall so quickly and earnestly for someone and to know they have done the same for her.

Zodiac sign is Libra, I’m ignoring canon.

MBTI type is INFP

She is Akan-British.

Her favourite colour is pink.

She has a unique, but charming sense of humour.

Her face claim would be mellerouge on TikTok.

Her height is around 5′4 (163 cm)

Yanhua “Hannah” Leigh 李燕华 (Desire and Decorum)

Character Theme= “Sit Still, Look Pretty” by Daya

Hannah is intelligent, self-reliant, witty, outspoken, proud, and logical.

Her mother’s birth name is Meili 美麗.

She wasn’t intended to be a fail run, but alas… She did not get the crown.

She is ambitious, fully intends to claim her birthright, and make her mark among the regency. Her mindset is that everything she’s miraculously gained — wealth, a title, a father — can be taken away from her in an instant.

Most of the time, Hannah is polite and displays good manners, not necessarily for the principle, but for appearance's sake — to her, it’s a tedious game, but one she needs to play anyway in order to rise in the ranks.

She also doesn’t think it means much, since the most “well-mannered” women of the noble classes can still be nasty in character, demonstrated in Miss Halloway.

Despite making an effort to be well-mannered and prove herself to the regency, Hannah speaks her mind whenever she feels the occasion calls for it, and unafraid of confrontation, she rarely tries to mediate or compromise on her opinions. Telling Duke Richards outright that he doesn’t own her time, for instance.

She has a somewhat strained relationship with her grandmother, ever since she confessed her feelings for Miss Parsons to the dowager countess and was met with “Don’t say such unladylike things!” She knew then that she couldn’t truly depend on her grandmother’s support.

She finds a brother figure and kindred spirit in Mr. Sinclaire — they’re both rather introverted, cold, and reserved at first but they’re loyal and considerate with their friends.

They’re also both stubborn and opinionated. She respects his honesty and integrity and she knows he wouldn’t judge her based on her humble background and her preferences.

It is my headcanon that he would have been 100% cool with being her beard but Mr. Chambers beat him to it and, well, glancing over at Chambers and Konevi, it seemed to be a more beneficial arrangement.

She and Mr. Chambers become fast friends and pen-pals. She finds him to be one of the rare genuine people in the regency and surprisingly, Mr. Chambers finds her scathing wit, dry humour, and boldness entertaining.

Hannah was mostly polite to Mr. Marlcaster, but eventually, her patience with him wore out. She sympathizes with him, but she ultimately decides it’s not her responsibility to guide his choices after he has repeatedly followed his mother’s instructions to hinder her. And that it’s not her responsibility to look after a wealthy white man’s future.

They had an irreparable falling out after she told him she would cut him down if he stood in her way.

She does not encourage Briar and Mr. Marlcaster’s relationship. Seeing how he treats Miss Sutton, she decides her friend deserves better.

She is the even meaner a lesbian. She already knew she was exclusively attracted to women before meeting Miss Parsons. She’d had a relationships with some women back in her village, before all her focus went towards caring for her sick mother.

When she learned of the conditions of inheriting Edgewater, she’d already had plans to enter a lavender marriage with someone.

Her love interest is Annabelle Parsons.

Over the course of the story, Miss Parsons becomes not only an invaluable ally but also a dear friend.

Hannah does not get close to others easily or smile often — she is a practical and serious person, but Annabelle can get her to laugh or smile with a wry comment and her mischief.

It’s nice. She hasn’t let herself let loose and have fun in a long time, and she honestly didn’t believe she could feel so happy again after her mother died.

Pffft, their ship name would be Hannabelle (sounds like Hannibal).

Zodiac sign is Capricorn, I’m ignoring canon again, deal with it

MBTI type is INTJ

She is Chinese-British.

She did accept Annabelle’s offer of painting lessons, but her paintings are still atrocious. It’s alright, though, since she mainly paints with Miss Parsons to spend time with her, and whatever incomprehensible blob of colours she ends up with in the end never fails to amuse Annabelle.

She is a cat person.

Wren Hayashi (It Lives in the Woods)

Character Theme= “The Light Behind Your Eyes” by My Chemical Romance (This is Wren after Jane’s death but it also fits the fail run I do not recommend, that was painful!) / “Identity” by Sarina (works for the ghost!MC ending) / “Hated by Life Itself (Inochi ni Kirawarete iru)” Cover by Raon Lee

They’re cynical, guarded, sarcastic, loyal, and brave.

They’re non-binary and use they/them pronouns.

Their style and tastes are generally alternative and punk.

One of my favourite MCs and I played different endings with them.

They don’t have the best relationship with their parents — unsurprising, considering how they left Wren alone after finding a dead body in front of their home and didn’t attend the memorial after their death.

Suffering from neglect ever since they were a child, Jane and Noah are the closest things to family that Wren has. When Jane died, Wren not only lost their entire friend group, but also their family.

For a long time, they’ve wished to disappear from Westchester without leaving a trace behind. Or for something to destroy the entire town, leave nothing but rubble and ash.

Sometimes, they wonder, even after Jane decides to attack and punish the gang, if that had been one last twisted gift of hers — to destroy Westchester. Have everything disappear.

Out of everyone in their friend group, they’re probably the closest to Noah.

It takes a while for the others, except Ava and Noah, to get used to their current self, more prickly, bitter, and nihilistic than they were when they were in the past.

It takes a while for everyone to adjust to each other after getting back together, reconcile who they were with who they are now.

Wren and Noah share pretty similar personalities, worldviews, and dark humour. Wren understands Noah’s tendency to self-deprecate because they’re similar, but when it’s someone other than themself, it feels less overwhelming to talk him out of that mindset. And Noah understands Wren’s survivor’s guilt all too well. They just get each other.

Which makes his betrayal hurt all the more.

Sacrifice themself ending — Wren decides that they aren’t going to let Redfield/Jane/whatever mystical power take away another friend of theirs.

Sacrifice Noah ending — Noah decides that Wren has always been the better of the two of them. Saying goodbye to Noah is like a final goodbye to Jane and the part of their past that has haunted them for so long. It’s not their responsibility to save Noah, and they’ve realized in these past weeks that they have so much to live for; their friends, a broken bond now mended, a potential future, an entire world beyond Westchester.

I decided to keep the self-sacrifice end, because I just didn’t like how Alive!MC’s life ended up revolving around ghost Noah anyway. I had an entirely different ending in mind for— -_- Like, OKAY, if that’s how it’s going to be, Noah might as well fix his own mistakes.

They play the guitar. They write poetry and compose their own songs, but haven’t shared them with anyone that is, until they adopted a crow, a black cat, and dog-shaped tree

They have a huge fondness for animals that aren’t traditionally viewed as cute, like bats, corvids, frogs, snakes, and spiders.

Probably the type to have a pet tarantula. “They’re basically little nerds, puppies with more legs, what’s so scary about them? I’d trust a spider over another human any day.”

They’re often carrying around headphones and blasting rock music at full volume to ground them when their thoughts are spiralling.

They’re probably not the best student. I can see them skipping class to smoke, tag the water tower, or visit Pine Springs.

They have serious self-worth issues and survivor’s guilt. They have regular nightmares and blame themself for Jane’s death. And they don’t see much of a future for themself.

They are asexual and panromantic.

Zodiac sign is Taurus

MBTI type is INFJ

They’re Japanese-American.

They believe one of Westchester’s few redeeming qualities is its proximity to the woods. They love nature and find the forest calming even after all the shit that happened in it.

They chose the name, Wren, for themself. I picked It because of its similarity to the Japanese name “蓮 (Ren)” and because the bird name fits the whole forest theme. I also read that the wren bird symbolized rebirth and protection, which seems fitting for the ILITW MC (especially for the ghost ending)

They are 5′3 (160 cm)

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices #love nikki #love Nikki dress up queen #ocs #original characters #choices mc #choices mcs #mcs #a courtesan of rome #perfect match #veil of secrets #the royal romance #queen b #the elementalists #desire and decorum #it lives in the woods

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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Bones / Reader — Remember Me

Hey my fellow fan fiction people, I have MAJOR writer’s block, and I really want to get these requests done, so I’m hoping that this will snap me out of it.

Warning: this is angst!!

How would Bones react to your death?

Normal text is present time, and blocks of italic text are memories!

Enjoy ;)

Dr. Leonard McCoy is experiencing a “slow day” in medbay. Not that there isn’t the occasional ensign coming in with a scrape or broken bone, but it’s nothing like when the away missions come back.

Speaking of away missions, you were on one now. You weren’t scheduled to come back for a week, though. You were a microbiologist, so your missions were usually much longer, and consisted of more time going back and forth between your lab on the Enterprise and the planet you were stationed on.

The personnel staff realized pretty quickly that very little got done when you and McCoy were on a mission together. The doctor was so worried for his fiancé that he spent more time making sure you were safe than doing his job. So, it was a rare thing nowadays that you’d be put on a mission together.

Spock is suddenly in medbay.

“What are you doing here?” Leonard grumbles, glancing over his shoulder.

When Spock doesn’t respond immediately, he turns. Something is wrong, Leonard can tell. But whether Spock has a common cold or the ship is about to explode, he can’t tell.

“Captain Kirk requires your assistance on the bridge.” Spock states coolly. Odd.

“Are you sure? Can’t he just ask me through a holopad like everyone else-”

“Please come with me, doctor.”

Doctor McCoy follows, but he grumbles the whole way.

As soon as he’s in the elevator, another team rushes into medbay. They’re surrounding a gurney. And attached to that gurney is a heart monitor, which is beeping slow. Dangerously slow.

You’re not really sure why you got picked for the Enterprise. I mean, it’s Starfleet’s flagship, for crying out loud! But here you are, working away in one of the most advanced labs you’ve ever seen, floating many many miles from home.

You’re still processing all this when a beaker slips out of your hands, and shatters violently on the floor.

Luckily, no one else is in your lab right now. You stay calm, walking on careful feet, and retrieve a broom. As you’re sweeping, though, you realize blood is running down your fingers.

One of the shards of glass must have flown up and cut me, you realize.

You carefully wrap the small wound and apply pressure, then begin walking to medbay.

The nurses don’t immediately notice you, probably because you’re just standing there looking like you’re out for an evening stroll, but soon enough one happens to glance directly at the gauze you have wrapped around your forearm.

“Oh, dear!” She says, guiding you to a bed. “Dr! Dr. McCoy!”

Out from a nearby office walks Dr. Leonard McCoy. He’s got dark hair, the most alert eyes you’ve ever seen, and damn he’s hot.

“What happened to you?” He grunts.

“Beaker broke. Shard of glass flew up and cut me. No other injuries, and there’s no glass in the wound. I was able to stop most of the bleeding, but I think I’ll need stitches.”

An eyebrow goes up.

“Alright, why don’t you sit down and I’ll take a look.”

You didn’t know it, but in that moment, Leonard McCoy nearly fell head over heels for you. And all he showed for it was a raised eyebrow.

The Captain will not stop insisting that he needs a plan for contagious diseases on the Enterprise.

“We already have one,” Leonard reminds him.

“But will it work? Do we have one for different situations? For instance, if we’re docked on a hostile planet-”

“Are you trying to keep me from my job!?” Leonard asks, more as a pointed jab, but when the room grows uncomfortably silent, he realizes he’s right on the money.

What else does he realize? That every face in the room looks forlorn. And a bit defeated.

“What’s got everyone so depressed?” He asks, swiveling to see the entire bridge crew. No one answers.

Finally, Spock clears his throat.

“We wanted to keep you away from medbay while the doctor’s worked on Y/N.”

There’s a moment, a brief moment, where Leonard’s brain stops working. And he’s paralyzed with fear. But, it doesn’t last for long.

“WHAT!?!”

Jim steps in.

“She was injured on the away mission. Some animal we’ve never seen before came out of nowhere and attacked.”

Bones is trying to get away.

“She saved everyone else’s lives by luring the beast away, doc,” one of the crew is saying, but he doesn’t care. He needs to get to you-

The door to the bridge rolls open. M’Benga is standing there.

And Leonard has never seen the man look so guilty, so distressed, so sad.

“Watch the Coreolis Anjankus!” You say, pulling a red shirt away from a very poisonous plant. You pass him to Dr. McCoy, who pushes him even farther away.

“I thought you were a microbiologist?” He chuckles.

“With a minor in botany!” You smile.

You were one of the few scientists Leonard found to be cool under pressure, and the only one with real common sense. Still, despite all you knew about the dangers of every planet, you were always completely relaxed. If he was being honest, the doctor envied you (just a little bit).

“Tell, me, how did you get stuck with this motley crew?” He asks, eyes trained on the Captain, watching for any dangers.

“I’m not really sure,” you admit. “They just sent me a message one day asking if I wanted to join.”

“And you said yes.”

“Of course I did! Have you seen the labs on the ship?!”

Leonard laughs.

“I’m a nerd, I know, but this assignment is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

Dr. McCoy finds himself staring at you, suddenly. He doesn’t really remember how he got here. All he can think of is the fact that your heart’s not beating. That your body is mangled and bloody and despite M’Benga attempting to close the wounds, you look horrible.

It seems ironic, almost, in that instant. The woman who never worried about anything is lying mauled in a biobed. Dead.

The medical idea of death has settled in Leonard’s mind. No beating heart, no brain activity. But what he can’t wrap his head around is you being gone. You’ve always been there. And, for a moment, he’s convinced that if he sniffles too loud, you’ll hand him a tissue. If he mentions he’s hungry, you’ll wake back up, dig through your duffel bag, and pull some food out.

But you’re not moving.

“Where’s her duffel bag?” He asks, voice as loud and cranky as ever.

Kirk hands your bag over.

Bones reaches in, and digs around until he feels something soft. A teddy bear. He places it on your chest, and lifts your arms to hug it. The soft fur stains with blood.

It’s a horrific scene, the one in front of them.

A village destroyed by a massive storm system. Houses leveled, fields of crops uprooted, and hundreds of people injured or dying or dead.

But you’re standing there, cool and calm as ever, handing out blankets. You smile gently at each villager who steps up, and ask them in one of their native languages what else they need. You direct them to different crew members who can help.

One kid walks up, so young you have to crouch to be eye-level with them. He’s alone. And he looks so terrified, so empty, that you immediately wrap him in a hug. He clings on for dear life.

When he finally let’s go, you begin to explain to him that he needs to see the doctor. He shakes his head so hard you’re afraid his neck will snap. You say some more words in his language, and reach into your duffel bag.

You pull out a teddy bear. The boy smiles, ever so slightly, and immediately gives it a tight hug.

You speak encouragement at him, something about bravery, and the little boy makes his way over to the medical tent with his head held high.

All this Leonard watches. You look at him. He looks at you. And for a while, an unspoken respect passes between the two of you.

He asks you later why you had the teddy bear.

“I always have one on me,” you smile sadly. “You never know when you might need one.”

The ship docks at Command, and the usual celebratory revelries aren’t being heard. The crew is somber.

Your body, encased in a beautiful casket, is loaded onto a small carrier vehicle. Jim, Leonard, and Spock follow it as it weaves its way through the halls.

Your parents are there, and the funeral is quick. No one can really find the strength to say what they want to. No one can choke through their tears long enough to tell your story.

Bones is the last to leave. He watches your casket for hours, almost as if he’s waiting for you to spring out and laugh and kiss him, promising it’ll never happen again, promising you’ll never leave him…

He smiles. A memory-

The town of traders on this new small planet offered the Enterprise crew a place to stay overnight, and Kirk had agreed.

Their houses stood on stilts overlooking an ocean, and there were beautiful torches that burnt blue everywhere to light the paths. Bird-like creatures swooped through the town, twittering and squeaking.

You’re watching them silently through a window, a soft smile on your face. Leonard is sitting next to you on the bed, kissing your shoulder.

Two of the bird things get into a fight, and screeching is heard. Feathers fly.

You laugh, loud and unapologetic, as they tussle. Leonard laughs too. He’s smiling at you as you watch them, so completely wrapped up in how beautiful you are.

You fall back onto the bed, hair flying everywhere. You’re still giggling.

You look at your fiancé, enjoying watching him watch you. You feel comfortable. The house is warm and the blue firelight traces his face. The face of your love.

Leonard is wondering how on earth he landed you. How he convinced you to love him. But he truly has no idea. You’re lying there, eyes locked with his, gazing with so much love he feels he’s going to burst.

You lying there like that, hair spread out on the bed, a lazy smile on your face, eyes sparkling with the reflection of torches… he locks that picture in his mind.

And Leonard thinks that he’ll always remember you this way.

#reader insert #star trek reader insert #star trek #Star trek reboots #star trek fanfiction #star trek headcanon #bones x reader #bones imagine #leonard mccoy #leonard mccoy x reader #leonard mccoy imagine #masterlist

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LFRP - Emily Allond

Alchemist For Hire - Might brew you a cup of tea. Might turn you into a frog.

RP HOOKS:

Do you have need of a private alchemist? Though she always had a passion for botany, Emily made ends meet as an apprentice in the alchemy guild of Ul'dah following her discharge from the Maelstrom. Any alchemists working for the guild are free to know her; did she perhaps do business with you in the past? Though she spends less time working as an alchemist these days, she does still fill private orders for a wide range of legal (and not so legal) customers.

Botany is her foremost passion and she turned it into a career. She can frequently be found in the Shroud or in the wilds of her native Vylbrand picking a selection of wares for the next few days. While she primarily sells floral arrangements, Em is happy to supply alchemical ingredients for those in the market.

Are you a tea nerd? Adding the tea house to her flower shop seemed to be a natural extension of one passion into another. She doesn't have a huge variety and doesn't try many crazy concoctions, but the teas she does brew are excellent quality.

Those that are particularly sensitive to aether may feel a bit overwhelmed in close proximity. Aether sight will reveal a tremendous aetheric reserve.

OOC:

I am looking for: Long term writing partners, new friends and business partners and a good balance of adventure and slice of life. My timezone is: EST, typically most active between 7PM and midnight. Frequently on the weekends. I am a: Paragraph to novella writer, though this scales up and down depending on the size of the group I'm writing with at any given time. Server: Balmung, Crystal Data Center Discord: Available on request. Please note that I only RP in-game. Additional info: For more information, please visit Emily's carrd: Emily Allond.

#lfrp #ffxiv #balmung #crystal data center #emily allond

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enchantress-emily · 3 years

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Good Omens Fic Recs

I thought it would be fun to do a rec post for some of my favorite Good Omens fics!

But It Wouldn't Be Make-Believe by @ineffablefool

Crowley wants just one visit home to see his mum without her trying to fix him up with some nice young lady. He also wants very, very much to kiss Aziraphale, a lot. If only there was some way for him to accomplish both of these goals at once without having to actually ask Aziraphale out, which he is one thousand percent too chicken to do.

It's hard to choose just one of Jack's fics to recommend! Everything he writes is soft, romantic, asexual, and extremely fat-positive. This one is a multichapter Human AU in which Crowley and Aziraphale are completely smitten with each other, but convinced that the other just thinks of them as a friend.

Demon & Angel Professors series by Ghostinthehouse (@ineffableghost)

They're professors. They're married. Their students don't realise. Cue shenanigans.

An ongoing series of linked short fics (each exactly 666 words!) in which every new batch of university students has to figure out all over again that the terrifying Dr. Crowley (Botany) and the husband that Dr. Fell (Literature) gushes about are in fact the same person. There's also a recurring theme of the two of them helping and supporting queer and disabled students.

The Serpent's House by @hope-inthedark

Aziraphale Fell has been working at Heaven's Gate, Inc for the better part of twenty years as an assessor of orphanages for children with magical abilities. His life had been perfectly normal and beautifully boring until the day he was summoned to the Office of the Archangels and given an assignment that will turn his life on its head.

I've thought for some time that somebody needed to do a crossover/fusion between Good Omens and The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune, and Hope is pulling it off spectacularly! (You don't necessarily need to have read Cerulean Sea to enjoy The Serpent's House, but it's even more fun if you have.) This fic is still in progress as of 7/12/21.

The Rose and the Serpent by Atalan (@brightwanderer)

Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting…

An absorbing, beautifully written Beauty & the Beast AU with snake!Crowley. If you aren't into sex scenes (like me), don't be put off by the M rating; the sex is a fairly minor part of the story and not at all explicit.

The Birds and the Snakes by @lyricwritesprose

Warlock Dowling discovers something that could ruin his life. Naturally, he calls on his godparents. The help that they give him isn't the help that he's expecting.

Teenage Warlock realizes he's gay and thinks that means he'll never have a chance at happiness, until Crowley and Aziraphale demonstrate otherwise. Heartwarming, with some very sweet Warlock-and-Nanny moments.

So You Need To Get Into A.Z. Fell & Co.; Now What? (A Guide For Unfortunate Bookworms) by arkhamcycle

London’s antique enthusiasts and rare lit nerds alike know that if you’re looking for a specific vintage or antique book, you have a good chance of ending up in A.Z. Fell & Co. as a last resort. And if you’ve ever been in (or are currently in) this predicament, you know how much of an absolute nightmare it is trying to even get in the door. Luckily, this handy guide, the fruit of a months-long collaborative effort to create the perfect formula for gaming the A.Z. Fell system, will tell you everything you need to know, complete with a comprehensive breakdown of what, exactly, the opening hours are. Compiled by pageknight and inky of the Rare Antique Forums.

A hysterical in-universe guide to buying a book from Aziraphale! Read the work it was inspired by, too, and then the other works inspired by that - they're all priceless.

Taking Some Pictures or Something by @infinitevariety

On a road trip to the South Downs Crowley gives Aziraphale his phone to take photos of the views. However, Aziraphale doesn't know how the phone works and spends all day accidentally posting to Crowley's Instagram story.

What it says on the tin. Impossibly cute and wholesome!

No One You Can Save That Can't Be Saved by AstroGirl

Correspondence from Ilyrophon, Bureau of Earthly Affairs, temporary field agent assigned to gather intelligence on the angel who shall be referred to as "The Traitor" and his confederate, the Serpent of Eden.

An interesting twist on outsider POV, with Ilyrophon gradually coming to understand and sympathize with Aziraphale and Crowley's love for the Earth and each other.

Blessed/Cursed Retirement by DictionaryWrites

Liam Buttersby, a very normal, nine-year-old boy, makes a friend in the retiree who has recently moved to his village in the South Downs.

The retiree in question claims to hate it, and is a liar.

A fun Book Omens fic where Crowley becomes unexpectedly popular with the neighborhood kids.

#good omens #fanfic #recommendations

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aenxiome · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Our Hero the Zero

"You have to tell them," Oh not this again, "I'm sure they will understand" swallowing a sigh, I look up from my food to my best friends and brace for impact, "It's not like you're actually dead."

"If I went up to them and said that I have ghost powers, what do you think they will do? You've met my parents; they shoot first and ask questions later." Sam didn't look impressed, "Once they realize that it's you, they won't. They love you, Danny; your parents wouldn't hurt you." I look over to Tucker, looking for support, but he was too engrossed with his new PDA, 'Simone,' to catch my look.

"Just forget it," I tell them as we leave the cafeteria, "If it's that important to you guys, I'll think about it." Under my breath, I couldn't help muttering to myself, 'maybe in a thousand years.'

From there, we split ways, with each of us having a different elective. Being our resident techno-geek, Tucker has computer programing for this block, while Sam takes a botany course. As I go down the hall, I can't help but wonder why they don't understand the issue.

My parents, the town crazies, are ghost hunters.

What do they think they will do when they find out? Hug me and tell me that everything is going to be all right? If anything, that would bring about the end of my life.

Or is it my afterlife?

Anyway, they're more likely to put me in a cage and study me than anything else. Who knows what type of experiments they would come up with. If anything, it's best to stay quiet and stay out of their way.

My thoughts leave me as I get thrown shoulder-first into the side of a locker. "Well, look what we have here, little Fentina walking all alone. Where did your friends go? Did they finally realize that you're a loser and leave you?"

"Wow, Dash, so original how long did it take you to come up with that one?" He didn't answer, not even acknowledging my question, and continued to insult me. "I'm in a bad mood Fenton. You wanna know why? One of you nerds didn't make my notes. So, I got a 'D'" He jabs the failing assignment into my face, "and I'm going to take it out on you" He pushes me back into the lockers. He gives me a couple of sucker punches to the stomach when the warning bell rings. He looks to the clock and then back at me. "I'll get you later, Fenton," He yells at me while he sprints down the hallway to his next class.

I pull myself away from the lockers and head to my next class. I make it down to the next hall when the final bell rings. I continue on my way to the science hall while dodging the teachers handing out detention slips for running late. When I got to class, the teacher Ms. Tally was waiting for me at the door. "Your late again, Daniel," looking to her watch then back at me, "three minutes late, to be precise."

The thing about Ms. Tally is that you can never figure out if she is angry or not. She has a neutral deposition that makes determining her emotions impossible. There is no way to tell what she is going to do. For the moment, my fate is in her hands. She stares at me for a second, "Get to your seat Mr. Fenton" she says as she walks away, dismissing me. That was close. I was sure that I was going to get detention.

"Mr. Fenton," or second thought maybe I will, "Come back after school we need to talk."

Great, just great there goes my plans with Sam and Tucker.

"Pass up your star charts, and let us continue where we left off yesterday." Ms. Tally called out to everyone. Ms. Tally teaches my favorite subject, Astronomy. This is one of the few classes I have with none of the A-List crowd and the only class where I'm the only one from my year.

It is perfect.

It's a fresh start.

While in other classes, I'm a 'C' average student, in this one, I get to be myself and show what I know. I hope that by the end of the year, it will still be like that. This is my only chance to show that I'm not an idiot. Okay, well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration. I do pretty well in math and other sciences in general, but those classes usually come with help from my friends and others.

No one can say that I'm cheating or getting my results unfairly. In this class, everything that I know is all me.

Once the class has finished passing up the star charts, Ms. Tally talks about sunspots. It's fascinating, really. But all too soon, the hour ends, and the stress of school comes back full force when trying to stay out of Dash or the football team's sight and finish up the day. Finally, I make it to class right before the warning bell and the hour of torture begins.

After Astronomy, anything after feels like it is going on forever. Soon enough, I start to daydream, and the real world falls into the background as I think about exploring the stars. Every once in a while, I would come back down to earth and pay attention to something, but for the most part, my head was up in the clouds.

Eventually, the last bell of the day rings, signaling the end of the day. I gather my things and meet up with Sam and Tucker by my locker. "Danny, you ready?" Well, no time like the present, "Yeah, about that," I say apprehensive when Tucker talks over me in an accusing monotone voice, "you have detention again, don't you?" I couldn't help the hand going to my neck as I said meekly, "Sorry." Sam rolls her eyes, "Can't you just stay out of trouble for once?"

"Well, it's not like I'm trying to get in trouble," I tell her haughty "Yeah, Yeah, we know," They say together. "So, see you tomorrow then?" I ask "tomorrow," she said, agreeing. "Bye, Danny," they call as they walk out of the building.

I dredge down the halls back to the Astronomy classroom, wanting to get this conversation over with. But, once I got there, I knocked on the door, and Ms. Tally walks out with a stack of papers. "Follow me, Mr. Fenton," she orders as we go back to the same halls I had just gone through and then to the front of the building. We stopped once we got to the Office. Only about half of the staff was still there. The rest of them have already gone home for the day.

She has me sit in one of the chairs for a couple of minutes when she goes to the back of the office. When she comes back later, she beckons me forward. She has me trail behind her until we reach Mr. Lancer's office, My homeroom English teacher and Vice-principal.

She knocks twice before I hear the dreaded words, "Come in."

Mr. Lancers' office is a small but clean space and outdated. The carpet has seen better years as it has become discolored and has a bit of a smell. The back of the room is filled with filing cabinets looking ready to combust. In the center of the room is his desk with stacks of paper and an old box computer.

If His office is this bad, I have to wonder what that says about the rest of the school. "Have a seat, Daniel; we have much to discuss." I nod and sit in one of the chairs in front of the desk while Ms. Tally sits in the other. "Um, Mr. Lancer, what is it exactly that we are here to talk about?" He gives Ms. Tally a look, "You didn't tell him?" She shifts a little while Mr. Lancer lets out a loud sigh, "We are here to talk to you about your grades and attendance." This won't be good, "you have been tarty to class fifteen times in the past two weeks, and your grades in some classes completely contradict the rest. So what is going on, Daniel?"

I stare at my hands, trying to find something to say for myself, but all I could come up with was excuses. Finally, Ms. Tally startles me out of my thoughts when she suddenly asks, "What happened today? Being three minutes late to my class is abnormal for you." Mr. Lancer gives her a questioning glance, "Only by three minutes?"

"Yes, Daniel has never been more than a minute late to my class others have but never him; he is almost always punctual." Mr. Lancer silently passes her my class attendant's log. I didn't even have to read it to know what it says, fifteen minutes late here, thirty there, leaving class and never coming back, and other infractions filled that page. "Besides being late, Mr. Fenton also has a habit of falling asleep in class," he informs her.

They both look at me and ask again, "what's going on?" I didn't know what else to do, so I told them the only thing that I can the truth. I told them about the bullying, pushing me into lockers, taking my homework, the punching and jabs in the hallway, and the constant distracting conversations and lollygagging when the teachers' backs are turned.

Ms. Tally didn't say anything while Mr. Lancer looked sympathetic. Finally, after a moment of silence, Ms. Tally broke the quiet, "While that explains why you are always late to class, and we will be doing something about that don't you worry, it doesn't give any reason for the rest of the attendance issues, grades, or the sleeping in class. Is there anything else you want to let us in on?"

"It's complicated," I started before I found myself pausing. I can't tell them about the ghost fighting; that would never end well. So, I ended up telling an altered version of the truth. Sighing, I managed to say to them, "I'm just not getting enough sleep." Mr. Lancer cut me off before I was able to say anything else, "Why is that? What is keeping you up?" Giving him an annoyed look for him cutting me off and his impatiens. "Look, this is hard to talk about. No interruptions, please?"

I ask them, irritated once I get assurance from them both, I start up again.

"There is never a quiet moment at home my parents are either inventing all through the night or going in and out trying to catch ghosts." I sigh, then look at them wearily, Oh, Jazz is going to hate me for this, "being the son of a ghost hunter isn't fun; all of these ghosts that keep coming through keep bothering me. They are either trying to get to and from the Ghost portal or trying to get to Jazz and me to get back at our parents. We never get a break. Not even at school. That's why I keep disappearing all of the time. Jazz doesn't have it as bad since she is older, but as the youngest, it puts a target on me." I make eye contact with Mr. Lancer, trying to figure out if he believes me or not. By the end of my story, his face had paled, looking close to white, while Ms. Tally looks between us with disbelief etched into her face. She looks like she is trying to figure out where the end of the joke is. Once it became apparent that I am telling the truth, her jaw became slack, and she looked at me, her eyes blown wide.

I think I may have broken her.

"Oh, Huckleberry Finn," I hear him mutter, "That definitely explains some things." But then, he looks at me with a tired look in his eye, "and your grades?"

"That's actually pretty easy to understand," I say with a nervous chuckle, "In all honesty, I'm just really not good at liberal art subjects. Give me Science or Math anytime, but I would rather run a mile around the school than do English or history. But, don't me wrong, I do try; I just never really get them." Ms.Tally, who had finally gotten back her composure, looked at me with a single eyebrow raised. " I don't really get it myself, but ill try to explain, um," I run my fingers through my hair as I tink up an analogy, "It's like im doing a puzzle, but some pieces are missing. No matter how hard I try, the pieces that I have left just don't fit into place." I blush a little at my own confession," Does that make any sense?"

"It does actually," he says, "It's like that for many of us. Though it is usually math that causes the most trouble." He sends me a small smile as he turns around towards the filing cabinet. "Just keep trying, and in time the pieces will come together." then pulls out a couple of forms from a drawer, " if you are having so many issues with those classes, why didn't you ask to transfer out?"

"Those are the only classes I have with my friends, and if my schedule changed, there is no guarantee I'll get lunch break with them," I tell truthfully, starting to get worried about the papers he brought out. "Now that you know, can't you just make it so that I sit away from them, the A-list? I would do better, I promise, please don't take me out of class with my friends," I beg him.

Mr. Lancer looked to be thinking it over when Ms. Tally interrupted, "Is that why you don't have trouble in my class, is there no one of that," she pauses, trying to find the right word, "clique; during your period?"

I nod, agreeing with her statement, "The class is filled with people from the older years too, and nobody in there has to agree with my classmates A-list." Ms. Tally looked satisfied with my answer and let it go while Mr. Lancer looked ready to deliver his verdict.

"We will give it a try," he started holding his hand up in a stopping motion when I started thanking him, "I said we would give it a try, but if things continue as they are or get any worse, you will have to transfer to another class. Do you understand?"

I was nodding, readily agreeing.

"If that's all we have to talk about, may I go?" The teachers agreed when suddenly Mr. Lancer stopped me, "One more thing. Your sleeping problem, what do you plan to do about that?"

"Invest in some really good earplugs," I say, shrugging. Mr. Lancer starts humming a bit in thought while putting the forms back into his desk, "If that doesn't work, then we will be forced to pull you out of an elective and give you a study hall. We can't have you falling asleep throughout the day."

"I'll try harder, sir."

"Have a good day, Danny."

As soon as the words 'Good Day' were out of his mouth, I reached for the door and left. I spotted a clock on my way out of the school, and to my surprise, our talk didn't take any more than forty-five minutes. Once I was out, I walked for a good ten minutes or so, hoping to make it to the Nasty Burger before Sam and Tucker decided to leave.

Once I got to the old dinner, I looked around for my friends, but I couldn't find them in our usual booth. So I looked around some more, hoping to see them sitting somewhere else, but the only familiar faces in there weren't friendly ones. I was just about to leave when I felt a chill going through my body and saw the mist spilling out of my mouth into my face.

I rushed into the bathroom and checked to make sure it was empty before entering a stall and whispered to myself, "guess it's time to die," and let my transformation take over.

My body became inverted, with my black hair becoming a startling white and my eyes going from a light blue to a toxic glowing green. My clothes left my body, and in their place was the hazmat suit from the portal accident.

I rushed out of the nasty Burger and looked around for any sign of danger when I heard off in the distance, "BEWARE, FOR I AM THE MASTER OF ALL THINGS CUBEICAL AND SQUARE!" Oh, for everything good in the world, why of all ghosts did it have to be him. I flew to the back of the restaurant and found him messing with a delivery driver.

I was sneaking up on him when the driver yelped and pointed in my direction, giving away my position. "Really," I say to the driver, "you just had to give me away" I threw my hands up in exasperation. It's going to be so much harder to catch him now. "Come on, Boxxy, do we have to do this again? I sent you back to the zone this morning." That's the thing about Boxxy, the Box Ghost. Despite not being much more than a nuisance, he is one of the most nerve-racking ghosts to catch. If I didn't know any better, I would think he has his own personal portal with how often he slips between dimensions.

Boxxy glowered at me while rushing up into my face, " I AM NOT BOXXY, I AM THE BOX GHOST" I cross my arms trying to make a point, "Isn't that what I just said, Boxxy?"

"BOX GHOST"

"Boxxy"

"BOX GHOST"

"Well, I say your Boxxy."

"BOX GHOST, B-O-X GHOST!"

I wave him off. "Well, come on, Boxxy, I don't have all day" He started chucking boxes at the driver and me while floating away while grumbling about name-calling. It took me half an hour to catch the nuisance, " Any last words, Boxxy" I ask him while pulling out the Fenton Thermos.

"I AM NOT BOXX-" he said while being pulled into the device.

Once he is secured, I retrace my steps, collect the boxes, and return them to the Nasty Burger. When I got there, the driver tried to explain what had happened earlier when I called out to one of the servers.

" Excuse me, but I believe these belong to you." I land in front of the server and gently put the boxes onto the ground. "Oh my gosh, I know you! Your inviso-bill!" I cringed a bit at the name, "The name is Phantom, Danny Phantom," being annoyed that after all these months that people were still messing up my name.

Their aww quickly changed to apologetic, "I'm sorry, Mr.Phantom, sir." I started laughing a little; it was not a giggle, no matter what anyone else claims. It was a laugh, a manly laugh. I couldn't help its escape. No one has ever called me sir before, "It's okay, just happy to help," I reassured. After they had all of their boxes, I flew away.

I started a patrol around the city looking for any malevolent ghost that had managed to get out while occasionally helping little old ladies across the street and saving the occasional cat out of a tree. It's nice to be able to help out even when ghosts aren't attacking. Also, it gives me more time to relax in my ghost form, which I don't get to do very often. Before I knew it, the sun was starting to set, and it was time to make my way home.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #mr lancer #oc character #fanfic #fanfiction #chapter 1

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✧･ﾟ : ｡･ﾟﾟ･( quintessa swindell, 24, non-binary, they/them ) — did you see ROWAN GRADY in the courtyard last night ? rumor has it they have worked at THE SNOWGLOBE RINK since NOVEMBER 2019, and they are an aspiring PLAYWRIGHT. they live in APARTMENT 401. i’d describe them as RESOURCEFUL & SUPPORTIVE but SARCASTIC & INSUBORDINATE. when they pass by i’m always reminded of an eye-roll alongside an adoring smile, always having everything from first aid supplies to rolling papers, telling a friend when they’re wrong but always having their back, and stacks of hand-written notes scattered over a desk. ( maeby. 24. she/they. pst. )

hello hello !! my name is maeby and i’m so stoked to be here ♡ i’m 24, out here in the pst, and use she/they pronouns. i can’t even tell you how excited i am to be bringing you my sweetheart, rowan ! they’re still fresh and new, so i’m way excited to plot & dig a little deeper into their character! without further ado...

STATS

given name: rowan grady nicknames: rows (pronounced rose), ro, grady hometown: san francisco, ca identity: non-binary lesbian alignment: neutral good label: the parent friend hobbies: classic film festivals, ice skating to ‘80s music, karaoke nights, dungeons & dragons, throwing themed parties, rollerskating in central park, working on the play they’ve been writing for years, playing the fourth floor piano, adding songs to their endless christmas playlist, songwriting at the melting snowman favorites: movie dates, cozy nights, homemade french toast, white pizza with balsamic glaze, mixed nuts (1994), reflective moments after a play ends, christmas morning (vanilla chai tea with white chocolate and espresso), christmas morning (the morning of december 25th) tldr; major nerd and parent friend, rowan grady, cares more about community than authority and wants to recruit you to their weekly d&d game so they can forget about the fact that their play still isn’t finished after almost ten years.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: teen pregnancy, adoption, homophobia, depression

rowan grady’s life started with kind of a mixed bag. like many kids who wind up being adopted, their biological mother was young and not ready for parenthood. along came rebecca and carla grady, marine biologists specializing in botany and zoology, respectively, who wanted nothing more than to pour their love into rowan’s life. rebecca was the fun, abstract, flowy parent who took rowan to renaissance faires and filled their home with music (and stray animals who needed homes). carla was the straight-laced, proud parent from minnesota who taught rowan to love ice skating and endless reading (and put up with her wife’s love of strays even though carla was allergic).

growing up at home, life was good. no matter what happened at school or with their friends, rowan’s moms were supportive and involved. it was everyone else who wasn’t quite as kind. middle school brought romance into the picture and it didn’t take rowan very long to discover they were gay. even in a liberal town like san francisco, there were always nay-sayers and cruel bullies ready to step on their hopes and dreams. rather than just words of encouragement, their moms set up a group they met at pflag and surrounded rowan with other kids just like them. the bullies at school and after school didn’t stand a chance when rowan had a community of people behind them, and that sentiment has lasted their entire life.

community has always been a large part of rowan’s identity and a lot of it has had to do with the queer kids they grew up with and found a family in. not only because of the solidarity they each held, but because of one family in their group that took rowan under their wing in one very special way: dungeons and dragons. during a time when there were so few female (as rowan identified at the time) or queer players in the public eye, it wasn’t something rowan had ever thought would be available to them. but after one session with the family of another gay couple and their boys, rowan was hooked. they discovered that there was a tight-knit community of queer players and started playing every week. when a group of boys at school laughed at them for trying to join their game, rowan took it up a notch and started their own damn game.

it was becoming a dm that really pushed rowan’s parent friend tendencies to the forefront of their personality. they started grabbing anyone who felt like an outcast or ‘other’ and brought them into their sessions. the drama kids practiced their improv, the shy kids explored their personalities in a safe space, and rowan found yet another community to parent. it may have started as a way to stick it to the man, as rowan loved so much, but it turned into a way to connect with people and show them how to connect to others. it opened rowan up and got them writing, which ended up turning their funny little living room plays into productions that were put on for their entire school. it was their sophomore year of high school that they fell in love with playwriting and the rest was history.

by the end of their senior year of high school, rowan was running two different sessions of d&d every week and felt like they had really created something worthwhile. when they got their scholarship to nyu, they didn’t expect that to all come crashing down, but it was inevitable. leaving their home and making a new one thousands and thousands of miles away proved to be more difficult than rowan had anticipated, but there was something in rowan that needed to get out. a play that had been dancing around their head since they first started writing them; something they couldn’t ignore. nyu tisch’s dramatic writing program opened up all kinds of new avenues for rowan to explore and slowly, they started to feel like they could create something again.

it took months, but rowan began finding little pockets of community at nyu and creating them when they felt unfulfilled. unsurprisingly, this included games of dungeons and dragons after rowan found the current dungeon masters to be wholly un-intersectional, which bothered them greatly. every semester, more and more students were joining rowan’s games and rowan was branching out into the communities they brought with them more and more, as well. this was where they realized the full scope of what new york had to offer. they became so caught up in it that they nearly failed out of school, but it was those same communities that pulled them out of it. while being the parent friend was all fun and good, they had to learn to take care of themself first.

it’s been three years since rowan graduated from college and they’re still in new york. the play they’ve been dreaming about since they were in high school still isn’t finished, mostly due to the fact that it has evolved over and over again. versions of it have been performed as student productions, but they still crave more. they know it needs to be bigger, deeper, and more meaningful. they work on it constantly, workshopping and scrapping and rewriting songs every week, and at this point, they wonder if it will ever be done. finding the snowglobe shortly after graduating from college came as a godsend to rowan, who was struggling to find community once again. a group of dreamers all thrown under one, multi-storied roof helped to guide their hand and started to define their love of new york all over again. what will they do with that love? the world will find out.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

regulars at the snowglobe rink: rowan spends a good deal of their time at work, partially because they need the money and partially because it’s a lot of the reason they fell in love with the snowglobe! you can find them skating on their free time more often than you might think.

employees and regulars of rowan's favorite haunts: rowan spends a shocking amount of their time in and around the snowglobe and is a creature of habit when it comes to the places they frequent. if you see them somewhere once, you’ll see them there again soon!

squad goals: rowan's ride or dies in nyc. these are the people they know will always love them, the victims of most of their thorough and constant affection, the first people they text when they're bored and the first people they call when something goes wrong. the ones who know all of rowan's secrets. the people responsible for making sure they always have someone to dance with, preferably them.

theatre kids and thespians: rowan has spent most of their life focused on the dramatic arts, before they knew it and definitely after. they tend to spend a lot of their time with fellow playwrights, actors, singers, and dancers. if they can cajole you into helping them with their play, they’re gonna stick to you like glue.

will they, won’t they?: rowan, like many artists and creators, has a muse that inspires their creative side and their romantic side alike. that can be a dangerous combination, and rowan doesn’t always do a great job of keeping them separate. there’s something about this person that keeps rowan coming back. maybe they can pinpoint it, maybe they can’t.

the intrepid adventurers: rowan is a not-so-secret nerd and avid dungeons and dragons player. they run a weekly game with some of their college friends and started another game that runs sort of sporadically for people who work and live at the snowglobe! it doesn’t matter if you’ve played your entire life, have never played at all, or think you’re too good for it: rowan wants to talk you into joining.

fellow california kids: rowan is a long way from home! after spending their entire life in california, it was hard to move 3,000 miles to the other side of the country. little reminders of home make all the difference, even if they aren’t people rowan knew when back home.

musicians around the snowglobe: rowan is always playing music and needs people to play with! they’re constantly playing around the snowglobe and the apartments, and drags anyone who can carry a tune or plays an instrument into playing with them. don’t be surprised if they try to strong-arm you into rehearsing original songs for their play.

flings, crushes (returned and unrequited), exes, fwbs!

anybody who needs a friendly face to celebrate the highs and distract them from the lows in nyc!

people who really don’t get along with rowan! (not everyone can, right?)

anything under the sun you’re vibing!

#snowglobe.intro #* // about.#i am so sorry for how long this is #there is a tldr included!#teen pregnancy tw #adoption tw #homophobia tw #depression tw

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Congratulations!! :DD Could I have a vanilla milkshake for Harry Potter (Golden trio era) please? I’m a introverted straight female, 5’5. Personality-wise, I am really shy when first meeting people, not rude, just quiet and more of listener than a talker. When I open up I’m much more bubbly, sarcastic (playfully), and talkative. I’m very empathetic, laidback and open minded and extremely loyal to everyone in my life. I have a good sense of humour and laugh at most jokes and like some fun banter back and forth :P. I’m also a pretty stubborn person and never get swayed by peer pressure even though I’m extremely insecure regarding my personality, appearance and how I’m viewed by other people. I need to time to recharge after and sometimes during social events and am content with just listening to the other person/people speak to/around me. Bad traits of mine would be, tendency to overwork myself with schoolwork and study, get stressed easily and overanalyse everything (social stuff mostly). Likes: Drawing, Music, Singing, Going on walks and Reading. Dislikes: The Dark (horrible phobia), Bugs, Spiders and Overly Aggressive, Loud and Pushy people. Hufflepuff and ISFP-T if that helps :P.

hi! here’s your vanilla milkshake, I hope you enjoy it! I think neville longbottom would really appreciate your personality and every trait of your character...

Neville is pretty intimidated by... everything, to be honest, when he first arrives at Hogwarts.

But if there’s one thing that radiates comfort and peace, and manages to cheer him up and be a beacon of light in the darkness of the unknown, it’s you.

Although you met at Hogwarts, he gets the feeling that you’ve known each other all your lives. It’s so easy to fall into conversation with you.

Mostly, he truly appreciates how you let him ramble about plants and flowers and botany in general without mocking him for being a “nerd” with “nerd interests”. As much as he appreciates his Gryffindor friends... they can be a little bit close-minded at times.

And everyone can’t adore Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions like they do. Botanics is his thing, and you will happily listen to him talk about this new herbal remedy from Patagonia he just read about in a book.

He even gifts you flowers and little succulents from to time; most often they’re just Muggle potted plants, because keeping magical plants in a dorm seems like a safety hazard waiting to happen, and you can never know what tricks these plants have up their sleeve. But he knows that you love taking care of plants, talking to them and watering them with great care and tenderness, and it warms his heart to see you actually be thoughtful with something that means so much to him.

You also spend a lot of your free time together in the greenhouses - because Professor Sprout loves you both, you for your dedication and quick wit, and him for his passion for the subject, so she trusts you with almost unrestrained access to the plants. He’ll tell you the magical properties of every single plant and the optimal conditions for their cultivation...

... blushing a little bit whenever he gets to one plant that symbolizes love or affection in wizarding culture.

And it takes you quite some time to catch on, because you’re so close to Neville - almost too close, and he’s your dearest friend, to the point that you’re not shy with him, and that you’d willingly spend hours with him just to playfully tease him - so you never considered him a potential romantic partner.

He was always cute, of course, and thoughtful, and selfless, and he admired you and respected you more than anyone in the world...

... but for some reason you couldn’t truly bypass your mental “best friend” barrier.

Until the day of your Defense Against the Dark Arts N.E.W.T.

You had revised and worked tenaciously, all year long, so as to not be caught off guard by a spell you didn’t master or a technique you couldn’t replicate. You had practised a hundred times, even with the most vile monsters...

... but on D-Day, the Dementor trial was almost too much for you to handle. Sure, you hadn’t slept properly for a week and had driven yourself to the brink of overexhaustion for these exams, and you had been swimming in your stress for the better part of the week as well - but normally you would be able to conjure a Patronus without too much difficulty.

Except when the Dementor took the shape of a black void, a gigantic starless expanse, like an Obscurus waiting to devour you as well as all the light in the world... you thought your heart would stop, and you’d drop your wand in the infinite darkness.

You had forgotten the memory you needed to conjure to chase the Dementor away - you had forgotten almost everything... but you hadn’t forgotten Neville’s voice, and it suddenly rung out in the middle of the overpowering night.

“You can do it. I believe in you.”

“No, Neville, I’m going to fall off!”

“I promise you won’t! Look at me, if I can do it, you can do it too!”

“Will you stay close to me?”

“All the time.”

It was the first time you had ridden a broom - you hadn’t taken the classes during your first year, leaving you a little delayed compared to your classmates, and over the summer Neville had volunteered to teach you. No one else would - you were both the “lost causes” that no one wanted to bother with.

But not Neville. He knew exactly what it was to feel like a lost cause, and he’d never wish it on anyone - especially not you, who was the most wonderful and incredible person he’d ever met.

He had held your hand the whole time, as he promised, and the gesture was born of children’s comfort, but as you recalled the memory, it warmed your chest with something infinitely more powerful.

The Patronus you produced was the strongest you had ever seen.

After the end of the examination, you ran into the corridors until you stumbled upon exactly who you were looking for.

“How did it go?”

And you kissed Neville square on the mouth, in the middle of the hallway.

You had no idea what had come over you at that moment, to be honest. There was no way in hell you would have done something so exuberant and public if you had been in your right mind.

But you were so elated, drunk on this feeling of victory and realization - you wanted Neville to be more than a friend, and unconsciously in your mind he had always been more -, that you let yourself be carried by the flow of your emotions.

“... Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“It went great.”

Oh that it did.

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doyouever-daydream · 4 years

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Story of Boy Meets Girl

A/N Here I am writing the date I wish I’d have with Spencer Reid but instead I am at home, writing fanfiction for our entertainment, be safe, dear humans!

I wrote this while listening to the When Harry Met Sally score and the (500) days of Summer soundtrack, that’s how I came up with the title, hehe. Also I am a plant nerd (but there might be some mistakes) and for this fic I downloaded a book about the USBG and saw a 20 minute tour on youtube (which is a great thing to do while on quarantine) and I fell in love and now I wanna go so bad, so if you also like plants hmu and I’ll share the links.

First oneshot for my BAU does Blind Dates series for the prompt blind date for my @cmbingo card

Summary: Both, Spencer and (y/n) have no expectations for their blind date, but their mutual friend Penelope seems to think they can be good together so they’ll just have to find out while they visit the U.S. Botanic Garden.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Femal reader

Warnings: None.

Word count: 2183.

My other nonsense

Penelope was out shopping with her friend y/n, they had met in a hand embroidery class a few months ago, (y/n) was a salvation for Penelope, she was still adjusting to her new job, and her best friends (and boyfriend) were extremely busy fighting bad guys so having her made Penelope feel less lonely. (y/n) on her part wasn’t very social, she got along with her coworkers and most of her close friends were back in her hometown, so for her, Penelope also was a gift from her lucky stars.

“What’s got you smiling so big Penelope?” (y/n) asked while they were at a vintage dress store.

“Luke’s coming home from a case today, they wrapped the case sooner than they thought” She showed the text message to her friend.

“That’s great, hopefully he won’t get another case during the weekend”

“I hope so, I really want to spend some days with him without stressing about his safety and the rest of my friend’s safety as well” Penelope sighed, the team have been away many days in some difficult cases that had her nerves on the edge.

“You will, I’m sure you’ll have a great weekend together.” (y/n) smiled at her.

“What about you, huh? What are your plans for the weekend? Any hot date?” (y/n) laughed.

“Ha! No, just me, my plants and comfort food” She sighed.

“Hey, you’re young, you have more than enough time to find someone” Penelope knew she had been struggling with her personal life. Or rather the lack of it.

“Can you call my mom and tell her that too? She has baby fever, or grandchildren fever, I don’t even know how to call it.” She placed of her hands in her face getting anxious just thinking about it.

“What about you? Do you pressure yourself to be in a relationship? To have kids?” Penelope carefully asked.

“Well… I did before, all my friends getting married and me just being the single one, I felt like I needed someone but then I just let it go, and that’s the way it’s been my whole life, everyone with their boyfriends, girlfriends and me, the independent woman that moved half across the country from her family and friends to work in a place that I loved”

“I understand, trust me, I completely understand the need to find someone just so you stop being the single friend but sometimes you just gotta let it happen.”

“I know, I know but I can’t even remember the last date I had!”

That’s when Penelope had an idea.

“How would you feel about a blind date?” (y/n) looked at her with an amused face.

“You know me, I’m too shy and awkward to go on blind dates”

“Let me try, I can be a really good matchmaker, please?” (y/n) thought about it, Penelope had been playing with an idea in the back of her mind for a few weeks, she even talked to Luke about and he supported the idea so she thought she might go through it.

The next thing (y/n) knew, was that she had a date for Saturday with one of Penelope’s friends, she was too nervous, but Penelope and even Luke reassured her that she’d be fine.

“Uhm, excuse me, are you (y/n) (y/l/n)?” A tall guy with light brown hair asked her.

“Yeah, you must be Spencer, Spencer Reid” Both of them had shy smiles on their faces, hoping their mutual friend was right and they could have a nice day.

“Shall we go in?” He signaled to the entrance of the United States Botanic Garden.

Once they started to walk through the gardens of the USBG, they realized they hadn’t talked at all.

“You chose a beautiful place, (y/n)” Spencer said while he looked around and put his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“Thank you, have you been here before?” She asked in a low voice, feeling really awkward.

“Just once, many years ago, I brought my mom” He remembered fondly that one time her mom had visited him and the only thing she wanted to do was visit the USBG.

“That’s amazing, I want to bring my mom here but she haven’t visited me” She was feeling more relaxed.

“Oh, where does she live?”

“California, she lives there with my dad, and well, all my family and friends are there” Spencer could see the sadness in her eyes.

“How long it’s been since you moved?”

“A year and I’ve seen them, I fly for Christmas and Thanksgiving but I’m not the most social and outgoing person so it’s been a little tough on me” She confessed and he smiled sympathetically.

“I understand, I don’t have many friends beside my team, and Penelope, she changed her job but yeah, it’s just them” He awkwardly explained.

“Introvert life, I get it” So far (y/n) was feeling more at ease with this nice and good looking stranger. “I think that’s why Penelope came up with this idea”

“Yeah, maybe that was it” He looked at her and smiled, and suddenly his mind went blank, he didn’t know what to talk about so he did one of the things he did best: telling facts “The story about this place is quite interesting, the first idea for its creation goes back as far as 1796, botanical studies started to be more prominent during the eighteenth century but the creation of it officially started in 1820…”

Spencer started to quote almost the entirety of a book he had read about the U.S. Botanic Garden, and as they walked through it and (y/n) listened fascinated by the way he talked. Once or twice she had made her own comments about what she knew and soon enough they were comfortable with each other.

Once they entered the Tropic exhibit, (y/n)’s face lit up, Spencer noticed that and stopped talking for a second.

“This is my favorite part of the whole place, I love seeing all kinds of greens and their contrast, also here they have calatheas which are my one of my favorites” Spencer smiled as he listened to her.

“Ah, calatheas, some people refer to them as a family of plants when in reality they are…” He was interrupted by an overly excited (y/n).

“A genus of plants, they belong to the Marantaceae family, sorry, it’s just I really love this exhibit” She blushed.

“Oh, don’t worry, do you come often then?” She looked even more embarrassed, Spencer was not sure why.

“Uh, actually I work here” (y/n) confessed as she bit her lip.

“Really? Oh, wow, I never asked what you did, and what it is that you do?” He was pleasantly surprised.

“I have a degree in Botany, I moved all the way from California to work here, today’s my day off obviously, but I always thought it would be nice to have a date here, it’s a place I know like the back of my hand and here I could have something to talk about” She was worried Spencer would think she was pathetic for wanting to have a date at her workplace instead he was worried he had been talking too much.

“Oh God, you love this place, you work here and I just told you things that you probably already knew, I am so sorry” It was his turn to blush.

“Don’t worry, I enjoyed listening to you, I knew some things but not all of them, and I just really liked knowing there is someone else that knows the history of this place, it was really nice” Being the awkward person she was, her face was now as red as a tomato.

Spencer only smiled at her and decided to look carefully at the plants, something (y/n) was grateful for, as she tried to regain her normal color.

“Come on, let’s go up to my favorite spot” Once they were there, Spencer understood why she liked that specific spot.

They looked down from the mezzanine and could see the beauty of the whole exhibit.

“What do you think?” She asked with a small smile.

“It’s beautiful, I don’t think I came up here before” He felt happy as to how the day was turning out, not only the whole place was a delight but the company of (y/n) was wonderful “Add some weeping angels statues and it would be even better”

“Oh, and maybe a TARDIS” He turned to look at her, he was shocked she had caught the reference.

“Do you watch Doctor Who?” (y/n) looked at him and then back to the scene below them.

“No, I don’t” Spencer’s smile faded just a little, she was still great and he was hopeful they could go out again.

“Penelope does and she talks about it so much, once she did an embroidered TARDIS, and that’s why I got the reference” She played with the fabric of her blouse.

“I am really glad that Penelope thought about this” He said looking at her.

“Yeah, me too” She nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“Would you like to have coffee?” He dared to ask.

“Sure, when?” She replied while looking at him in awe, she couldn’t believe the date had gone far better than she had expected.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders and looked around “What about now?”

“Yeah, let’s go”

Once they were at the coffee and had ordered, they sat down close to a window.

“So what do you do at your job?” Spencer asked while sipping on his coffee.

“I am a part of the conservation team, but the past few months I’ve been more focused on coordinating activities and the creation of programs for visitors, and I love it, it’s different from what I thought I would do but I enjoy doing that” She held her mug tightly and Spencer sensed there was more to it.

“Was that the position you originally wanted?”

“No, I wanted to work with plants and only plants, but then the opportunity presented and I took it and loved it but my family thinks that I moved across the country for a job that’s not entirely related to my degree, and it’s pretty much a desk job which is not true, but I can’t seem to make them change their minds” (y/n) looked sad.

“Are you close with them?”

“Very, moving here was by far the hardest decision I’ve ever made and I don’t regret it, but it’s been tough” She looked out the window and Spencer looked at her empathetically.

“I imagine this has been difficult but I’m sure you’re doing an amazing job, I’ll try to go more often and participate in the programs, I’m curious as what you and the USBG has to offer” (y/n) smiled and took a sip of her coffee.

“Thank you, Spencer, but enough about me, I don’t know much about you, I know you’re a profiler but I am unsure as to what a profiler does, care to elaborate on that?”

Spencer nodded as he went on to what his job was about and (y/n) listened with amazement in her eyes, she knew the BAU chased down bad guys but she didn’t know exactly how they did it.

The stayed there, both of them drinking cup after cup of coffee, and talking about everything and anything, by the end of the afternoon, they both felt as if the had met each other for a lifetime.

They both walk back to the metro station together and Spencer is feeling unsure as to how he could suggest seeing each other again but (y/n) beats him to it.

“Spencer, I really, really enjoyed today, thank you for coming”

“Of course, I also had a great time today”

“Should we do this again?” She bit her lip hopeful he would agree.

“Go the US Botanic Garden?”

“Oh, not necessarily, I meant go out, I could use some company and I enjoyed yours”

“Ok, yeah, yeah, I would love to see you again” He’s smile was so big his eyes squinted and she felt her heart beat faster.

“Ok, you got my number, right?”

“Yeah, I saved it when you texted me” He pulled out his phone and held it up as if to prove he wasn’t lying.

“Have a good night” She smiled and waved at him, both of them had to take the metro in different directions so she started walking towards the opposite of him.

“You too, (y/n)!” If anyone looked at Spencer they could see the heart eyes he had while seeing the girl walking away from him.

As he was ready to start his way home, he felt a tap on his shoulder and as soon as he turned around he received a hug from (y/n).

“Bye, text me when you’re home” She whispered in his ear and pulled away to start her way once again.

He stood there watching her walk away, being unable to move, remembering to call Penelope the minute he got home to thank her a million times for setting them up.

#cmbingo20 #cmbingo #criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fanfiction #cm fanfic #spencer reid x reader

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ssidesblog · 4 years

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pretty as a painting

roman/logan fic ! (ao3)

roman and logan visit a museum and roman has a staring problem

Roman sat in the passenger’s seat of Logan’s car, staring out the window as buildings rushed past. Music played softly from the radio, tuned into some station that neither bothered to change. The car held a comfortable silence, something not of common occurrence when the two boys were together. Roman glanced over at Logan. He was focused on the road, his hands idly tapping some unknown rhythm on the steering wheel. If Roman listened close enough, he could hear Logan humming a song he didn’t know. His expression softened as he admired his friend, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He couldn’t help it, Logan was just too beautiful for his own good. Even with the clouds blocking the shining sun, Logan glowed.

“It looks like it may rain.” Logan spoke for the first time since Roman had entered the car.

“It just might,” Roman said, diverting his gaze from Logan to the overcast weather,“But we’ll be inside for most of it, I think the only outdoor part of the museum is the botanical garden.” Roman glanced back over at Logan, who’s eyes were still on the road.

“I would still like to look at the garden, I believe there are statues displayed among the plants.” Logan chanced a glance at Roman and quickly turned his focus back to the road.

“If we get soaked it’s not on me.” Roman said.

“Well, it was your idea to go to the museum today, so you would be at fault.” Logan said with a smirk. Roman rolled his eyes.

“You’re the one who agreed to come, you get wet, that’s on you.” Roman knew Logan couldn’t argue against that.

“I guess you are correct.” Logan sighed turning into a parking garage.

“Hey, Lo,” Roman waved Logan over to him,“Who painted this one?”

“You know,” Logan said,“The plaques next to each painting displays the artist who painted it.” Roman huffed.

“Yes, I know, but,” Roman looked up at Logan,“You give extra details about the painter, it’s more interesting if you tell me.” Logan’s face turned a darker shade of pink and Roman softly smiled. Logan coughed to clear his throat.

“Well, this one is by Monet…” Logan started and Roman only vaguely listened to what he was saying. Roman honestly couldn’t care about Monet, it was just nice to hear Logan speak. His voice was smooth and reminded him of an audio book, comforting and precise, each word said with intent. Roman’s eyes trailed down to his lips as Logan spoke and oh, what he would do to fit his own to his friend’s, like fitting two puzzle pieces together.

“...very well known for -Roman are you listening?” Logan asked. Roman smiled at him, blush decorating his face.

“Sorry, I must have zoned out.” Roman dismissed with a wave of his hand. Logan eyed him and then sighed.

“If you are going to ask me to talk I would appreciate you listen.” Logan said with a smile, slightly exasperated. Roman chuckled.

“Of course, will do, teach.”

They continued to walk through the museum, Logan providing interesting facts about each artist and Roman actually paid attention, not wanting to get called out again. Logan was always so observant, Roman couldn’t even admire him without him asking why he was staring.

Eventually, they made their way out into the garden. Logan was right, statues were displayed all around the garden, some looming over them and others simple busts on pedestals. The garden itself contained huge trees, vines wrapped around pillars, and flowers stood out as a well needed pop of color. Logan and Roman were the only patrons in the garden.

“What kind of trees are these?” Roman asked, placing a hand on a trunk of one of the many, almost identical, trees. The leaves seemed to rain down and cover the two.

“Oh,” Logan joined him in looking at the tree,“These are weeping willow trees, named after the way the low hanging branches resemble tears.” Logan finished with an adjustment to his glasses.

“They’re really pretty.” Roman said in amazement. He turned towards Logan, who adorned a smile on his face as he looked up at the tree. His smile was so subtle, but it radiated joy when Roman looked at it. Logan looked back down at him, who he caught staring, yet again.

“Didn’t your parents tell you it’s rude to stare?” Logan’s smile turned more into a smirk.

“What else am I supposed to do?” Roman smiled,“They said I’m not allowed to touch the artwork.” Logan’s eyes widened and his face turned bright red. Roman softly laughed. Logan turned away from him, seemingly more interested in a rose bush. Roman sighed, his stomach filled with butterflies. Logan was a little too oblivious. Although Roman flirted with his friends often, it was just in his nature, he really liked Logan. The nerd had wormed his way into Roman’s heart with his dorky facts and even though Logan wasn’t great at feelings, he had a way with words. It also didn’t help that he was the most gorgeous person Roman had ever seen.

He walked over to a bench and sat down, placing his elbow on his knee and resting his head in his hand. He watched as Logan looked at all the different plants, turning to Roman every so often to excitedly gush about the flowers. Roman’s gentle smile was ever present. Truthfully, Roman didn’t really understand the hype around plants. He could enjoy a romantic rose and a good climb in a tree but he just thought plants were plants; they added some decoration to the earth. Logan, however, loved plants. Majoring in botany will do that to someone, and Roman knew how much he had wanted to come to this museum, if only for the garden, so he suggested they paid it a visit. It was worth it to Roman just to watch Logan geek out and be adorable.

Logan eventually tired himself out and joined Roman on the bench. The quietness that settled around them was a little odd, but peaceful. Logan fidgeted with his phone, typing something out. Roman went back to staring at him. His eyes were soft, the usual cynicism and overall disdain for the world was gone from them, replaced by something quieter, kinder. These moments were what Roman appreciated most. Seeing his tight wound friend more relaxed, more himself.

“Roman.” Logan chewed on his bottom lip,“You have been staring at me an awful lot today. Is there something wrong with my appearance?”

“Oh, no none at all.” Roman quickly reassured him, “I just…” He let his sentence trail off. What was he supposed to say; I just like looking at you because you’re the only masterpiece I’ve seen today and I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.

“Are you okay?” Logan looked up to meet his eyes. “You seem uncharacteristically quiet.”

“Are you saying you like when I talk?” Roman joked.

“Actually, yes I quite do.” Logan replied, looking away. This time, Roman felt his face go hot and he knew he was as red as the roses.

“Well,” Logan stood up awkwardly, “Maybe we should-” Before he could finish, Roman pulled him back down to the bench.

“Logan,” Roman started, fidgeting with his hands,“I keep staring at you because I think you’re stunning and I just enjoy being around you and I think to myself: how did I get this lucky to spend time with this beautiful nerd? This renaissance painting come to life whose eyes I could get lost in, whose voice gets stuck in my head like a favorite song.” Roman moved his hands to Logan’s and he looked up and met his eyes, “What I’m trying to say is I really like you, Lo. And you don’t have to like me back, but you deserve to know how I feel.” He sucked in a breath, waiting for Logan’s response. It was quiet for a while, Roman still holding Logan’s hands and his breath. Finally, Logan spoke.

“I like you too, Roman.” He said with a blush, “And I don’t use words in the same way you do, but I thoroughly enjoy the time we spend together, and I would not trade these moments for the world.” Logan smiled, a genuine smile that Roman couldn’t get enough of. Roman grinned back, finally letting go of his hands. Just as Roman went to speak, the two felt raindrops fall onto them. Roman looked up with a laugh. It came down slowly, but enough to soak through their clothes. Logan stood up and held out a hand for Roman, which he gladly took and lifted himself up. Logan pulled him close and lifted his other hand to Roman’s cheek. Roman wrapped his arms around his waist.

“I know this is cliche, but, may I-” Before Logan could finish, Roman connected the space between them with a soft kiss. Logan smiled into it, moving the hand that was placed on Roman’s cheek to his neck, deepening the kiss. They pulled apart, leaning their foreheads together.

“We’re soaking wet.” Logan said, playfulness laced his words.

“I’ll take responsibility for this one,” Roman said, placing another gentle kiss to Logan’s lips, “Let’s get inside before we grow mold.” Logan chuckled and nodded. They separated, keeping their hands interlocked.

“Well, on the bright side, you got to touch the artwork.” Logan said, a smug look on his face. Roman barked out a laugh.

“That I did, Specs.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Logan’s cheek,“That I did”

#logince #sanders sides fic #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #first sanders sides fic hell yea #listen...ilove my boys #i needed some fluff before i wrote angst

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dallonm-archive · 3 years

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15 (because I know you always have the best hot takes) 28, and 30?

What writing advice held you back as a writer?

haha LOVE that hot takes are becoming my brand!!! i’m trying to think of some i haven’t talked about before since y’all already know my take on outlines being presented as a necessity [as usual, this is just my unique experience! and neither of these things are inherently bad!]

beta reading as a necessary part of the process. i don’t have much opinion on beta reading because i have never done it myself nor have i ever beta’d for others but ever since i started drafting church mud i’ve been trying to think about my long term plans for it and the more i think about it in theory, the less i like the idea of beta reading. it seems like a lot of work and organisation on my part and i don’t know if it’s equal to what i’d get out of it. i think i’d be more likely to tackle specific problems with a good circle of critique partners, and then work closely with an editor/agent/etc for the book as a whole. i don’t think it’s a bad thing at all and i will consider it when i get to that point because again this is all based on reading and not experience but i think it kinda goes against my philosophy with my writing, i just thought it was something you had to do to get a novel published and that stressed me out lmao

template sheets/planning docs: i used to scour the internet for character template sheets and beat sheets etc etc because i thought that’s what...you had to do? especially with character sheets and i always would sit there like.........i know their psychological complexities but i don’t know their h*gwarts house? the only way i can describe it is i felt like they boxed my characters into these very rigid ideas almost. like of course i know details that i could put into a template but a lot of my impression of a character is very...fluid? and floaty but clear in my head but that clarity doesn’t necessarily translate into a list of traits. specifically personality is the worst thing for me to put into words. so!! i dropped those!! i just let my children live in my head rent free. with planning docs...i am not totally against them because like you gotta have SOME order lmao but with church mud i literally have not written any prep or planning doc ahead of drafting - the only docs i have are a chapter title/title brainstorm doc and a doc where i write summaries/reflection of each chapter. but when it comes to thinking ahead and brainstorming and planning i feel i can contently do that all in my head. i feel v lucky cause i can picture things in very elaborate, intricate and vivid ways in my head and the same as characters, it doesn’t translate well into an organised written plan so i’d rather just jump into drafting

Say your MC had a very specific hyperfixation that didn’t serve the plot, it was just something they nerd out about on their own time. What would it be?

this is very fun for me because church mud is so character driven that like..most hyperfixations a character could have could easily be weaved into the plot. there are a couple that we don’t see in the story just because i haven’t figured out how to yet.

baking is 100% one for felix, he really loves it and that’s something i’ve always known about him + he’s very good at it! dotty is really into dream analysis. beau used to surf and i think that’s something he’s still very obsessed with. and jolie loves gardening :^) isaias is really into botany and specifically he likes to keep record of the scientific names of plants (he names his poems after them), but that’s very clear in the narrative lmao

Why do you love writing? Don’t hold back.

honestly! storytelling and character creation has always been such an inherent part of my life and writing is simply the medium that suits me best. i feel that me realising i loved writing was like my love for literature and love for characters clicking.

writing specific things though, i love how much you can convey from words. how it’s so fluid and musical but also very mechanical and almost like engineering, all these little parts working together to create a bigger picture. i love when sentence structure has rhythm. i love that writing has always been the vessel for people to navigate emotions, trauma, experiences, the world. i love how different words have different sounds and those different sounds create a different meaning. i love how boundless it is. i love the playground it creates for exploration.

I’m bored, random writeblr ask game!

#pamsssssss

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shy-marker-pliers · 4 years

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High school AU thingamabob

Dark

17 year old senior

class president and is kinda high and mighty about it tbh

“yes i know student council can’t really make any changes without the input of the superintendent but IM THE PRESIDENT AND YOU’RE NOT SO SUCK MY DI-“

does sound/lights for all the shows the school puts on

dating wilford and no one knows how or why they’re together

had a deep as hell voice and a beard the second he hit puberty

takes every ethics/psychology class he can

wants to be a lawyer

that one kid that everyone fears but is actually kinda chill if not a little surly

wears a collared shirt and tie to school every day and would totally get made fun of for it if he wasn’t terrifying

listens to classical music unironically

“oh my god i’m so going to fail this test” *proceeds to get the highest grade in the class*

protector of the gays™️

person: *says something mean to a student because they’re lgbtq+*

Dark: *teleports in front of said student* omae wa mou shindeiru

Wilford

19 year old senior

Yes he still has the mustache

doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks of him

deadass wore a dress to school after one of his friends got made fun of because she wore a suit to a school dance

b u f f a s h e l l

could bench press a teacher if he really tried

on the cheer team

“no i’m not wearing pants, this miniskirt makes my ass look great!”

everyone’s bodyguard

usually attracts a crowd of nervous underclassmen

has mild dyslexia

tol

gives his friends piggyback rides

president of the drama club

works hard enough in school to pass his classes but that’s pretty much it

sleeps in class

Bim

15 year old freshman

vice president of the drama club

wilfords shadow

first freshman to help run the drama club and shoves it in everyone’s face

shouts his gayness from the rooftops

secretly super insecure

loves plants and helps out in the schools greenhouse

named all of the plants but if you tell anyone he’ll stab you

gets mostly B’s and C’s

has mild ocd but not enough to affect him severely

talks like a game show host cause he thinks it makes him sound attractive

it doesn’t

Google(s)

16 year old juniors

identical quadruplets

they have to wear different colors every day or else no one knows which one is which

they’re called the googles because their backpacks match the colors of the chrome logo and they’re super smart

straight A 4.0 GPA students but Oliver has to try a little harder than his brothers

all of them are in the robotics team except for ollie

Blue works on programming and red and green are on the build team

Ollie is the sweetest day of sunshine to ever exist and everyone loves him

he’s basically adopted Eric as his lil bro

tutors people in the library every tuesday and thursday

the other googles disapprove of his relationship with bing but he makes ollie happy so they don’t do anything about it

they all work in a supermarket and they’re saving up for college

ollie wants to be a vet, red and green want to be engineers, and blue wants to be a web developer

Bing

17 year old junior

mostly A’s, a few B’s.

his full name is zachary bing but people call him bing because he’s always trying to one up the googles

dudebro

was pining after ollie for months before chase finally felt sorry for him and told ollie how he felt

they’re dating now and it’s adorable

so soft for his boyf

a really good skater and wins a lot of local competitions

doesn’t study but still gets p good grades

wears sunglasses all the time because he has light sensitivity

Has ADHD

s t r o n k

always challenges people to arm wrestle him

can sing really well and plays gitaur

shares a youtube channel with chase where they skate and to challenges and stuff

Dr. ipiler

18 year old senior

Everyone calls him doc because he helps the school nurse and takes every single biology and health class there is

all A’s

really wants to be a surgeon

best friends with Schneep

huge star trek/harry potter nerd (ravenclaw if you’re wondering)

almost always at schneep’s house studying or just chillin’

kind of a control freak

thinks he’s charismatic but he’s actually kinda annoying

but annoying in a funny way

has a pet ferret that he sneaks into school

feral

espresso and sugar flows through his veins

“i actually got a good sleep last night.” “oh really?” “yeah bro i got a whole half hour!”

super dark bags under his eyes

Host

17 year old junior

all A’s except for in gym class

he has eyes in this

his real name is Simon Charles Teller (there are specific meanings to those names btw look them up) but he’s called The Host because he does morning announcements every day.

has gold eyes and a lot of people find it unnerving

“hey i have a podcast you should totally listen to it”

nocturnal

spends all of his free time in the library

always reading in class but the teachers don’t really care bc his grades are good and he does his homework

wants to be an english/poetry teacher

crushing on the cute shy kid from his english class

doesn’t talk much but he’ll still be nice to you

that one kid who’s always correcting the teachers

Runs the D&D club (he’s the dungeon master)

Eric Derekson

16 year old junior

Mostly high B’s, a couple of A’s.

lives with his uncle mark after he ran away from his abusive dad and is living a happy life

the guy that always volunteers to take care of the class pets over the weekend

animals love him

has anxiety, mild paranoia and autism.

animals, harry potter, and pokémon are his hyperfixations.

he also really likes gardening

crushing big time on hostioli

spends his entire english class staring at him and blushing

is seriously considering joining D&D club just to be able to talk to him

he’s in the art club

wants to be a vet and maybe do some freelance art stuff on the side

Ollie keeps yelling at him to just ask host out already but he’s too nervous

my poor bb boi

Wears sweaters all the time

wears headphones to block out noise if it ever gets too loud at he goes into sensory overload

disaster bi

Yan

18 year old senior

gets C’s

non-binary

has a makeup tutorial channel on youtube and has a pretty decent following

That one weeb

dyes their hair a new color every week

also has a new crush every week

everyone knows who their newest victim is because they never stop watching them

draws anime or cute animals for every art class

wants to be a a fashion designer

does MMA

everyone kinda stears clear of them

writes their first initial along with their crush’s on every notebook they own

has gotten suspended for beating kids up on multiple occasions

doesn’t really have that many friends but they don’t mind

spends their lunches watching their crush

in the drama club and the art club

Randall Voorhees

18 year old senior

C’s and D’s

Eric’s cousin/bodyguard

they have a lot of the same classes and walk everywhere together

loves animals and has like 10 pet rats

he doesn’t really care about his grades because he knows that he wants to be a woodworker/construction guy

makes little houses out of scrap wood for his rats and Eric thinks it’s adorable

always sneaks his rats to school and lets them have play dates with dr. iplier’s ferret

“nO IM NOT RELATED TO JASON VOORHEES HES NOT EVEN REAL SO SHUT THE HELL UP-“

used to live in nyc in queens and still has a pretty strong accent

completely incomprehensible when he’s excited or angry bc of the accent

everyone is jealous of his hair

spends like 100 dollars on shampoo and conditioner and stuff but it’s worth it

acts like the straightest guy in existence but could not be more gay

his boots are always muddy

Yancy

16 year old sophomore

his name is Yancy Bird

g...get it? like jailbird? ahaha...ok i’ll stop

permanent resident of the detention room

but he gets to just chill out and read for an hour so he doesn’t really mind

mostly gets detention for beating up kids that bully others

fuck the system

always wears a leather jacket and blue jeans

“hey, the 50’s called and they want their-“ SMACK. “shut up.”

takes a lot of criminal justice and psychology classes ironically

in the botany club but if you tell anyone they’ll never find your body

everyone is surprised when they find out he’s friends with Eric and ollie

pan but in denial

“i’m not gay guys, that ain’t me, i’m just comfortable with my sexuality. so i can admit when i see a guy with a handsome face and pretty eyes-“

that song is great btw you should listen to it

anyway

always makes really dark jokes and everyone is like “are you ok?”

except for his friends they just laugh

“lmao wouldn’t it be funny if everyone like...died”

#markiplier #markiplier egos #darkiplier #eric derekson #the host #wilford warfstache #yancy iplier #randall voorhees #bim trimmer #high school

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